The young man named Yang Xiaoming frowned, and suddenly seemed to think of something, his expression became distorted, and he roared suddenly, Zhao Bawang, I knew that it was you, the turtle grandson, who attacked me that night and knocked out my two front teeth, and I fought with you today.

The young man rushed into the small courtyard with his teeth and claws, and pounced on King Zhao, with a little madness.

"Hehe! fight with me, just like you bear, I will beat you four or five with one hand," Zhao Wang stood up and said unhurriedly;

Yang Xiaoming suddenly stopped his pace, his heart was shocked, at this moment he thought that the young man in front of him was not a good stubble, he knew very well the origin of the word 'Wang', in that orphanage, the word Zhao Wang alone could scare three or four-year-old children into tears, this is not a joke.

This guy is a fierce man who even dares to raise his fist and smash the son of the orphanage director, the key is that he fights very well, that is, people who are one or two years older than him have to avoid his edge, many people call him Zhao Bawang behind his back, only the young thief in front of him is shameless, and insists that he is a reasonable person, calling him Zhao Wang can, and the tyrant must be removed.

Seeing the breezy young man of the same age, Yang Xiaoming was afraid for no reason, although he was also not afraid of the Lord, but in the face of the young man in front of him who was called Zhao Bawang, he still lacked confidence, and he was once beaten by the young man on the ground with one hand.

Zhao Bawang, there is an old beggar protecting you today, count yourself lucky, you better pray, don't meet me alone, otherwise you will look good, Yang Xiaoming left in a huff, turned his head after running out of the gate, and did not forget to find an excuse for himself to escape.

A cold light flashed in King Zhao's eyes, but he didn't attack on the spot, and after seeing Yang Xiaoming running away, the young man sat back on the chair and glanced at the old man who was still smoking dry cigarettes.

Seeing the young man looking at himself, the old man raised his head, gave a thumbs up and smiled, it's really amazing, just by getting up, you can scare away that little ghost, don't you know, when the little king and eight lambs go crazy, if you don't beat him down, it won't work, even if the old Yang head takes him, he can't wait to stuff him back to the orphanage.

King Zhao looked disdainful and said, "Do you want to say, 'Since ancient times, all the sages have been poor, and since ancient times, all foolish people have been rich?'

The old man knocked on his pipe and said, "A pampered child can't become a big thing, and his habitual son is like a murderer, so the little ghost is spoiled by Old Man Yang, and if he doesn't do his job for a day, he will eventually hurt him."

King Zhao sneered, "Old man, dare to be more shameless?"

Boy, this is an experience that I have only summed up for decades, it is a priceless treasure, you must keep it in mind and ensure that you will benefit immensely in the future, the old man shouted;

Cut, you have said this countless times, my ears have sounded calloused, King Zhao said contemptuously: If it is a priceless treasure? Our pot can still be a year without seeing white rice? Our 25-watt light bulb can still go with the flow and not emit light once in half a month? Old man, let's be down-to-earth and not brag?

The old man's eyes widened with bewilderment, but there seemed to be fire in his eyes.

The old man angrily threw the dry tobacco stick to the young man, gritted his teeth, and said, "If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer a loss in front of you, come and come! First take a cigarette to suppress the shock."

I will never smoke in my life, it was said on TV, smokers are easy to get lung cancer, we even have two meals a day is a problem, how can there be spare money to give to those angels in white when the time comes, Zhao Wang carefully took the dry tobacco stick, looked at it for a moment, and said with a serious face;

Seeing King Zhao's serious expression, the old man was completely defeated, and he finally held back such a sentence for a long time: men don't smoke and live in the world in vain.

Old man, didn't you live in vain? The young man's eyes widened with a look of astonishment.

The old man almost rewarded him with a burst chestnut, and the tone and expression of this thing were too bad.

If it had been two years earlier, I would have wrung up the machete and chopped you to pieces, the old man said angrily;

Old man, you forgot, as early as two and a half years ago, you couldn't hold a knife, King Zhao blinked his eyes, looking innocent.

"Ahem, ahem!"

The old man coughed for a while, and had to sigh in his heart that the Chinese language is really broad and profound.

Wine is less than a thousand cups of confidants, words are not speculative, more than half a sentence, more than half a sentence, more than half a sentence, half a sentence is too much, the old man looked up at the starry sky, a melancholy face.

Hehe, old man, I finally understand why you don't have a confidant, King Zhao looked like he suddenly realized.

The old man was slightly stunned and blurted out a question: Why?

Didn't you say that there are a thousand cups of wine for a confidant, and you, a bad old man who pours a cup, will have a confidant? Come on, quickly smoke two puffs of old dry tobacco and suppress the shock, King Zhao looked like I said it well, and handed over the dry tobacco stick at the same time.

The old man did not refute, nor did he reach out to take the dry tobacco stick, but only glanced at the boy strangely, and after a moment the old man roared violently, and the rabbit cub .......

Zhao Wangru was struck by lightning, and he jumped up suddenly, he was frightened and frightened for a while.

Seeing this, the old man pulled the corners of his mouth, looked at the young man with a smug face, and chuckled, "What are you doing in a daze?"

You old and unscrupulous, do you still want to have a face? Every once in a while, this trick comes every now and then, and the young man glares and wants to hit someone.

The old man suddenly grinned, and he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, and he must have been very happy to see it.

The young man rolled his eyes, and at the same time carefully helped the old man up, not forgetting to tell him, "Go slower and sleep less will not die."

Although the old and the young are unforgiving, the family affection between the two is only clear to them, and the thunder cannot be split and the fire cannot be moved.

............

The next day, the sky was slightly bright, and King Zhao had already gotten up, since he had been dependent on the old man, he had developed the habit of going to bed late and getting up early.

King Zhao opened the door of the house, came to the small courtyard, took a deep breath of clear air, stretched a few times, twisted his body a few times at the same time, and then walked to the eaves next to him, and carried the three heavy baskets on his back.

The three heavy baskets were carried on his shoulders, about two feet higher than his head, and King Zhao's pace was very fast, and it seemed that the weight of the twenty catties of the three baskets was insignificant to him.

Zhao Wang walked out of the yard for a hundred steps, and saw a slightly chubby woman pushing an old-fashioned tricycle, which was full of several kinds of vegetables, including garlic leaves, shallots, cabbage, and carrots, about a dozen kinds, she should go to the most prosperous street in the town, because the people living on that street are very rich, this cart of vegetables can be sold at a good price, especially the vegetables grown with farm manure, those people like to buy, as long as the price is not too protruding, no one accounts for the matter of one or two cents, in the eyes of King Zhao, That's the difference between the poor and the rich.

King Zhao retracted his gaze, walked through the streets and alleys, went against the woman, and went all the way to the west, there is a road in the west of Jixiang Lane, which leads to the countryside, he wants to sell the three baskets on his shoulders in a short time, and it is the best choice to go to the countryside, of course, almost all the baskets he weaves are sold to the countryside, because his craftsmanship is very good, the woven basket is very good-looking, and the key is that it is also very strong, so his basket is quite popular in the countryside.

The road in Jixiang Lane is not very wide, but it is easy for an excavator to pass through, and after walking out of Jixiang Lane, there is a yellow mud road, and it is slightly wider than the road in Jixiang Lane.

It's a hot day now, this yellow mud road is also very easy to walk, but when it comes to rainy days, this road is not so easy to get along, if you don't turn a few heels, it means that your shoes are really good, don't stir up a yellow mud, that means you are a fairy master who knows how to float on the water, or can soar through the clouds.

King Zhao met a lot of people along the way, and if he was familiar with it, he would say hello, and if he was unfamiliar, he would bury his head in the road, of course, there were more of the latter.

Walking on this mountain road, breathing in the fresh air, gives people a feeling of relaxation and happiness, and makes people feel tired.

Hearing the human voice, King Zhao will look up and glance, most of them are some uncles leading the old cow and going to the mountain to plow the land early, because at noon, the sun will be very hot, not to mention people, even the old cattle will not be able to stand it.

As he walked farther away, the more people Zhao Wang knew, almost all of them were his former customers, and Zhao Wang came out to make a living at such a young age, which would always give people a deep impression, after all, it was in the countryside, and children of his age were still studying in school.

It didn't take long for King Zhao to pass by a small sand field, where there were already five or six men working on the ground, their division of labor was very clear, every time he passed here, King Zhao would pause here for five or six minutes, in addition to resting, he was mainly curious about the iron lump that could crush stones the size of a skull into slag, and the shock when he first saw this iron lump was no less than the scene when he saw the excavator for the first time, and he had been watching it for more than an hour.

After resting enough, the boy continued to walk forward with the basket on his back, and at the same time prayed in his heart that he would soon meet two or three people who needed to carry the basket.

Just more than half an hour later, King Zhao, who was walking with his head down, suddenly heard someone shouting, he looked up and looked forward, but did not see a figure, and thought that he had heard it wrong.

"Hey, Zhao boy, wait a minute,"

Just as King Zhao wanted to continue his journey, a familiar voice stopped him, and he turned his head to look at the mountain on the side, only to see a middle-aged man covered in yellow soil calling him.

Seeing the middle-aged, King Zhao suddenly smiled and shouted, "Uncle Wang, are you plowing the land?"

The middle-aged man jumped down quickly and said with a big grin, digging the ground, the place under the cliff was too steep for the old ox to go, so he had to dig by hand.

That's going to be a lot of hard work, Zhao Wangdao;

There's nothing hard to work for, by the way, how can you sell this back basket? Give me two, the middle-aged man is like a rich man, and he wants two as soon as he opens his mouth.

Uncle Wang, didn't you just buy it last time? Why do you want to buy it again? Could it be that the back basket I made last time was used up so quickly? King Zhao frowned slightly and asked;

No, your boy's basket is as strong as the iron, how can it be used in a month or two, but the basket you make is really good-looking, last time my son and his cousins came to the house as a guest, at a glance fell in love with your basket, dead and alive want me to get them a new one, you say that I can refuse as an uncle, the man said.

Besides, you stinky boy, I bought your back basket, why do you still look dissatisfied, are you afraid that I will pay the bill?" the man said unhappily;

Uncle Wang, I didn't mean it, I just thought that if I bought too much of this basket and didn't use it, it would be broken, so it wasn't cost-effective, King Zhao hurriedly explained;

Hmph, even if you kid still has a little conscience, hurry up and get me two, aren't you tired of carrying it like this?

I walked for more than two hours, and rested for a few minutes at the place above the battlefield, and the boy said as he put down the basket;

The man was speechless, thinking to himself that this young man was a fool? But he looked like a strange man with aura! In fact, he didn't know that the thin young man in front of him had great strength, and it was not a problem to overturn a small ox, and the weight of these baskets was really not a problem for him.

Soon, the boy and the man finished the transaction, two back baskets for thirty-three yuan, logically speaking, with the development of society, there are fewer and fewer people weaving back baskets, the price of the back basket must be longer, after all, there are still many people who need it, other people's back baskets are between twenty and twenty-four yuan, only King Zhao's back basket is only seventeen yuan, but this is also the price of more than half a year ago, has not changed so far, because the man bought two at once, King Zhao charged him less than one dollar, the original man did not agree, Life and death should be given according to other people's prices, so that he must at least charge forty, otherwise he will not be able to get by, but he can't resist the young man after all, so he will only give thirty-three yuan, but the middle-aged man made a request, let him leave the rest of the basket with him, and he will help him sell it, if King Zhao does not agree, he will not want the two baskets, saying that he would rather give his family's two baskets to his son's cousins, and he can buy two from others to use, King Zhao has no choice. had to agree, he knew that the middle-aged man was kind enough to help him, and after quickly saying thank you, King Zhao returned with fifty yuan.

However, Zhao Wang did not return according to the original way, but continued to walk forward for about a kilometer, changed to another road, and walked for another seven or eight minutes, Zhao Wang heard a familiar sound of reading not far away, where is there a small primary school, it has been open for many years, and Lao Yang's son next door is teaching in it, I heard that he is teaching the third grade, twenty-seven or eight students, and all of them have good grades.

Seeing the back of the school, King Zhao paused again, an inexplicable thought came to his heart like a tide, very uncomfortable, he wanted to run to the school to take a look, to see what the place where those scholars studied looked like, but the young man looked at his dress, immediately gave up this idea, clenched his fists, turned around and left.

After walking for more than 30 minutes, the boy changed from the road to a small mountain road, but this path led to the deep mountains, and he walked for another 40 minutes before he came to the place where a bamboo forest was.

This bamboo forest, a fellow practitioner accidentally said that he leaked, he heard, and then it took him more than a day to find, this bamboo forest is not anyone's house, so the bamboo in it does not need to spend money to buy, which is why the back basket he weaves is a few dollars cheaper than others.

Soon, King Zhao cut down four green bamboos that were more symbolic, and he wanted to cut a few more, but the weight of each bamboo was not light, and four were already the limit of what he could resist.

King Zhao tied a rope around the waist of the four green bamboos, and then separated them into a cross, each shoulder resisted two, so that it was very balanced and could go far in one breath, but it was not very convenient to walk on this path, and it was often bumped and bumped, and it would be easier only when it arrived on the main road.

The weight of the four pillars is not comparable to that of the three baskets, and every ten minutes that King Zhao walks, he will put the bamboo on the side of the road to rest.

It was not until it was almost noon that the boy returned to the town, and the way back was far from the one he had gone out on, one north and one south.

For the boy carrying four green bamboos, the people in Jixiang Lane are no longer strange, and no one will say anything.

Just when King Zhao was less than two or three hundred meters away from the door of his house, he suddenly stopped, turned his head suddenly, and his pupils suddenly constricted.