In the twilight, in a secluded place in the town called Jixiang Lane, there was a thin, plainly dressed young man, who came out of a slightly dark dilapidated bungalow with an old-fashioned bamboo chair in one hand, and after placing the chair in the small courtyard, he turned around and ran into the house, and shouted, "Old man, you should come out quickly to bask in the moon and kill a few lice on your body! Otherwise, we will eat the potatoes today in vain."

You little bastard, there are so many vampires outside, are you going to let me go out and suffer?" As soon as the young man finished speaking, a vicissitudes of life voice came out of the house, and he scolded loudly;

The young man was furious and scolded: No matter how many vampires there are, we can kill a large number of them with one finger, but the lice on your body have the incorruptible body of King Kong, and you old ghosts can't get dead when you turn over and over, so that I will suffer every day, will I make a sound?

Then I saw the young man walking out with a rickety old man with gray hair and sideburns, and when he heard the young man's words, the old man seemed to have been greatly insulted, his eyes were erected, like an old lion roaring, I will tell you again, that thing is not mine, it is Lao Yang next door.

Hehe, stinky boy, I still know your little bit of caution, after the old man yelled, his attitude suddenly turned around, and he smiled.

The young man rolled his eyes, looked disdainful, and shouted angrily, "Pay attention to your feet, don't fall to your death all at once, your coffin book hasn't been found yet."

The old man didn't care about it, and said, "Little Wangba, is the money in the box stored for marrying a daughter-in-law?"

The young man was silent, staring at the old man's feet, and carefully helped the old man down the three very dilapidated stone stairs.

Who would have thought that the old man said to himself, what a sword embryo, he didn't learn well at a young age, and he knew Sichun all day long.

The thin young man suddenly raised his head, stared at the old man with dead eyes, and scolded coldly.

The old man was slightly stunned and asked.

The boy grinds his teeth, see if your front teeth are still there, and want to knock out a few of them.

The old man immediately made a tooth-baring motion, only to see three or four old yellow teeth that were worn out up and down, like old wooden stakes that had gone through thousands of years swaying in the wind and rain.

The old man then smiled and asked, "Are you disappointed?"

Disappointed, this just saves me a lot of effort, the boy snorted coldly.

God's killer thief is a prisoner, there are many real mothers, go and bring me the cigarette bag, let me take two puffs to suppress the shock, the old man leaned on the chair with a pestle, and heard the sharp whine around him, and couldn't help but tremble.

The withered boy gave him a blank look, moved another chair, turned and went into the house, took out one of the old man's dry tobacco sticks, and closed the door with his hand.

The eleven or twelve-year-old boy handed the black dry tobacco stick in his hand to the old man, and did not forget to remind him: Save a little smoke, this thing has recently increased in price.

The young man knows that this dry tobacco is a chronic poison, and if he smokes too much, it will not be good for his body, but this is the last bit of fun for the old man, and it is impossible for him to quit.

The old man smiled happily and said nothing, as for the quality of tobacco leaves, he, an expert who has smoked for most of his life, knew that the price had risen? That was just a teenager's statement.

The young man sat on the chair, looked up and forgot that the moon had slowly risen, and the bright stars slowly appeared in the field of vision like a woman holding a pipa and half-covering her face.

The young man's surname is Zhao, his name is Wang, he has been an orphan since he was a child, whether his father and mother are alive, I'm afraid only God knows, as for why his surname is Zhao, he doesn't know, but he doesn't want to know, for that Wang word, it has a lot of origins, that is the pride of the teenager.

King Zhao still clearly remembers that it was the only orphanage in the town that allowed him to survive, of course, the bitterness of it, it is difficult for ordinary people to understand, until he was nine years old, he chose to leave without hesitation, as for why, it is difficult for him to say clearly.

After leaving the orphanage, food and housing naturally became his biggest problem, but because he was too young and the teenager really couldn't find a decent way to earn a living, after being a lonely ghost for a while, the meager savings on his body were squandered, and he almost starved to death on the street, but fortunately, the old man next to him picked him up and let him survive again.

But the old man is also very poor, except for this small courtyard, only the two dilapidated small bungalows behind him are left, in this poor cave called Jixiang Lane, he is also famous, not because of anything else, but because of 'poverty', almost four walls of home.

A few years ago, the old man could still make a little money to support himself by weaving a few back baskets, but now it is not good, two or three years ago, one is because there is only a bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain four or five miles away, but the old man can no longer carry the green bamboo with thick arms, and the bamboo forest is not his, each bamboo costs one or two dollars, and the other is that with the development of the town, the current back basket is really not easy to sell, the old man takes one to two days to compile a, It will take a day or two to sell, and in three or four days, it will only make a dozen yuan.

Of course, there are times when business is good, and the basket made on the same day can be sold on the same day, but this situation is rare, and it is good to earn hundreds of dollars in a month.

After the arrival of the young man, the old man returned to his old business, the young man was responsible for carrying back the bamboo that grew in the distance, the old man was responsible for compiling, and for each weaving one, the young man went out to sell one, and the old man continued to compile the next one, the division of labor was very clear, and it was not a problem to earn two hundred and forty or fifty yuan a month.

But half a year later, the old man can't hold a knife, and he can't knit a basket, but the young man has already had the foresight, he knows that the old man will always have a day when he can't make up, and if he wants to live, he has to rely on himself, so as soon as he has extra time, he will follow the old man to learn this craft, under the careful guidance of the old man, the young man is better than the blue.

Cutting bamboo, weaving, and selling are all done by the teenager alone, and the task is naturally a lot heavier, but the money he earns every month is not decreasing but increasing, and sometimes he can even break through the 400 mark, which can always make him so excited that he can't sleep.

However, the good times are not very long, a year and a half ago, a man with a luxury car suddenly came to the city, he bought all the land within a few hundred meters around the bamboo forest, and after a few days, the man got a behemoth, and the boy also found out later, that thing was called an excavator, and it didn't take long to bulldoze the bamboo forest, that day, King Zhao was desperate, because it was the only bamboo forest in the town, and it was his only livelihood.

When the boy came home, he was afraid that the old man would be worried, so he did not tell him about it, and the next morning, the boy went out very early, and did not come back until late at night, and he was very happy, and he continued to weave a basket to make a living.

Practice makes perfect, plus the cooking by the old man, the teenager at the end of the day, and the seven baskets are basically safe, coupled with the diligence and hard-working of the teenager, it is also safe to pay a thousand yuan a month.

However, it wasn't until more than half a year ago that King Zhao slowly put down this craft, because the man who drove the luxury car paid a lot of money and installed a large TV screen in the town, which was broadcast from 8 o'clock in the morning to 10 o'clock in the evening, and since then, he has been watching it every day, and he has never stopped.

As the saying goes, there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, people are in trouble, even the TV screen can not be avoided, it seems that there is a problem with the route, can not be played, and someone needs to be found to repair it, it may take a day or two, so King Zhao came back early today, after coming back, the boy was not idle, made two or three back baskets, and the fourth was only halfway knitted, because the bamboo strips were used up, but the young man was still very busy, and took the old man's clothes and quilts to wash them again, and hung them not far away, and also cleaned up the house, although it was not heavy work, But it's still tiring.

As long as it wasn't raining and after dark, he and the old man would always go to the yard to rest, and when they were sleepy, they would just go into the house and fall asleep on the bed.

Boy, while I can still move and cook something to eat, if you want to go to that place, if it drags on for a while, I may not be able to move, and if I want to lose my breath, I'm afraid it will take two or three years, the old man chirped a few puffs of dry tobacco, turned his head and said to the young man;

Who can still have a dream when they are young? Although it is not big, but it is not ashamed, the old man laughed;

The young man felt that he was a little uncomfortable with this, and immediately squinted his eyes and said, "What if I just arrived at the foot of the mountain, you will lose your breath?"

Speaking of this, the young man groaned for a while, and looked at the old man with a serious face: Old man, I can tell you, if you really burp that day, I will not wear filial piety with you, but you can rest assured, paper money will definitely not be less of you, although I have no ability to let you live a comfortable life in the underworld for a few days, but I will definitely not let you starve and freeze in the underworld, as for the rich man of the underworld, do you think about it, at least in the short term, you don't have any expectations.

Hearing you say this, I want to run to the underworld to enjoy the blessings, the old man said angrily;

Go, I won't stop you, when you get there, you have to bless me to make a fortune, so that I can burn paper money for you every day, even if you can be an emperor over there, the young man said;

If it weren't for the fear of damaging the dry tobacco stick in his hand, the old man would have struck the young man's head with that huge pipe and made one or two horns.

At this moment, a very harsh voice came from outside the gate, and King Zhao and the old man turned their heads at the same time, and sure enough, they saw a well-dressed man of the same age poking his head in, grinning, and looking disdainful.

This person is King Zhao's old neighbor, why is it said to be an old neighbor, because this young man also grew up in an orphanage, and lived in two adjacent rooms with him, but later he was lucky and adopted, and the person who adopted him lived next door, that is, the old Yang's family in the old man's mouth.

Lao Yang's son is a teacher in the countryside, although the family is not very wealthy, but never worry about food and clothing, the only defect is that Lao Yang's daughter-in-law is infertile, Lao Yang has no less conflicts with his son for this, and later saw that the old man brought King Zhao back, plus he saw that King Zhao was so sensible, Lao Yang began to be jealous, why can you, a poor and lonely old man, have such a filial grandson? The more he thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable.

In such a poor and remote country, what do the elderly crave most? They do not long to eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas or ride in those million-dollar luxury cars, but to the filial piety of their children.

Lao Yang played with some fancy intestines behind him, took a crumpled red sun to King Zhao, and tempted King Zhao to leave the old man to follow him, but he was rejected by King Zhao's kind words, but the old man did not give up, and often stayed in the place where King Zhao often passed by, and there was a kind of posture that would not stop if King Zhao was not his grandson, so he did not hesitate to take out his own coffin.

The old man didn't say anything, but at night, the old man went to Lao Yang's house very indifferently, as for what happened, King Zhao didn't know, he asked the old man, and the old man didn't say, but since then, Lao Yang no longer tempted him, but the next morning, Lao Yang hugged the young man outside the door, with an excited face.

Lao Yang gave the young man a literary crepe name, called Yang Xiaoming, which meant that he wanted him to keep filial piety in mind, which was the most important thing.

The old man glanced at Yang Xiaoming, didn't say anything, and continued to smoke the old dry cigarette.

King Zhao frowned, his eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth lifted a wicked smile, looking at the young man and said, "How many front teeth do you have?"