After the news of the Changsha piglet spread, the blacksmith found his father and asked him not to ask people to throw things into his stove in the future, which would affect his iron delivery, damage his ancestral blacksmith's signboard, and make him lose his job for a living. 【sogou,360,sososearch jdxs free download novel】

There are many cases of influencing another person in order to help one person, which is one of the reasons why Grandpa sometimes has to refuse to come to the person who comes to ask for help. Fortunately, my father's reputation is good, and some people forgave my father.

The Changsha piglet was saved, but the grandfather offended the blacksmith. Daddy asked the parents of the Changsha piglet to send something to the blacksmith as compensation.

The parents of the Changsha piglet gave the blacksmith a good cigarette. The blacksmith was reluctant to smoke and hid his cigarette in the closet.

A few days later, one evening, the horse-faced robe came to the blacksmith shop again.

This time it had a long pipe in its mouth.

The blacksmith asked, "Are there any more children who have forgotten to come home?" ”

The horse-faced robe shook his head, took the pipe from his mouth, struck it on the big iron pier of the iron, and said, "I have come to borrow fire." ”

The blacksmith hurriedly took out a box of matches and stabbed the stalk on fire.

The horse-faced robe shook his head and said, "Your fire is too small, only the fire on your stove will do." ”

The blacksmith said, "Then go to the stove and light it." ”

Ma *一*本*read*little* said that the ybdu-faced robe borrowed the blacksmith's iron tongs again, and fiddled in the stove for a moment, and then suddenly remembered something and was stunned for a moment, and said: "Just thinking about the fire, I forgot that there is no tobacco in the pipe." With that, he squinted at the blacksmith.

The blacksmith was startled, thinking that it had come with bad intentions this time, and maybe Lao Xiucai had deliberately let it come to find trouble. The last time he blamed Lao Xiucai for throwing something into the stove, Lao Xiucai must have been angry. Lao Xiucai was inconvenient to make a move, so as not to gossip about the neighbors, so he instructed this horse-faced robe to find fault.

The blacksmith regretted it.

"I heard Lao Xiucai say, you have good cigarettes here. Can I smoke a little? The horse-faced robe said.

Listening to the words of the horse-faced robe, the blacksmith was even more determined that it was sent by his grandfather to take revenge.

He hurried to the back room to fetch the cigarette from the closet, unwrapped the cardboard wrap that he had been reluctant to unpack, and handed the horse-faced robe.

The horse-faced robe pulled out a cigarette from the torn paper shell and said, "It doesn't take so much." ”

The blacksmith did not dare to take it back, but still held up the whole cigarette.

The horse-faced robe didn't bother to persuade him, so he crushed the cigarette stick, kneaded the tobacco into a ball and stuffed it into the hole of the pipe, and then pressed it in with the fingers of thick nails, bent it lower, bent down, and sent the pipe into the red fire. Its mouth sucked hard, and the flesh of its cheeks sunk deep into it, like a small pit. This makes its horse face appear more elongated.

In a trance, the blacksmith really thought it was a horse smoking in his house.

With each puff of the horse-faced robe, the coals of the stove dimmed, as if the heat in it had been sucked away by the pipe. A few more puffs will suck out the stove.

Is it trying to keep my stove from burning? The blacksmith thought worriedly.

The horse-faced robe took a few puffs and stopped, pulled the pipe out of his mouth, then took the big end of the pipe in his hand and pointed the mouthpiece at the center of the stove.

What is it going to do? The blacksmith tried to stop it but didn't.

The horse-faced robe inserted the mouthpiece into the stove, then the whole pipe into it, and finally the pipe was concealed by the coals of the fire with iron tongs.

"Thank you for the cigarette." Said the horse-faced robe, and left the blacksmith's shop.

After the horse-faced robe was gone, the blacksmith hurriedly used his iron tongs to pick up the coals, but found no trace of the pipe. The blacksmith hurriedly called his son out to fill the bellows, but the stove was not extinguished. He tried to hit two hoes, and there were no problems with the hammering and quenching, there was no deformation, and the stiffness was just right. The blacksmith even thought they were the two best hoes he had ever beaten.

But when he took the hoe under his nose and sniffed it, he smelled a strong smell of smoke.

Since that night, all the iron tools that the blacksmith has produced smelled of smoke, but the quality has been many times better than before. The hoe hoe is used for two or three years without curling the blade, and the sickle is cut for two or three years without crumbling. Except for kitchen knives, which affect sales a little because of the smell of smoke, other farm tools are quite popular. It turned out that the business of several blacksmith shops that competed with him plummeted, but fortunately, there was still kitchen knives that barely supported him. And he earned the well-known title of "Smoke Blacksmith".

The blacksmith visited his father's house and thanked him.

Grandpa laughed and didn't know the truth, so the blacksmith didn't have to worry about it. The blacksmith did not accept anything he sent, but told the blacksmith to bring back whatever he bringed.

Since then, the blacksmith's admiration for his grandfather has increased by three points. If my father didn't accept the gifts, he gave him the iron tools he made by himself, a rake tooth when plowing the field, and a hoe when he was planting. He did not fail to give any iron tools that were needed in accordance with the seasons.

Later, once my grandfather took the initiative to ask the blacksmith to give him something - nine links. That was after Daddy caught Millet.

The blacksmith asked, "What do you want this for?"

Grandpa said that Xiaomi likes to play with children because of loneliness, I imprisoned her, she is like going to prison. I sent her a nine-in-a-row to let her relieve her loneliness. When she can untie the nine links I gave, I'll let her out. As the old saying goes, the inextricable disagreement is easy, and the unsolvable nine links are unravelable. If she can't solve it, she can pass the time.

Daddy drew a sample of the Nine Rings and told the blacksmith to follow suit.

The blacksmith made two for Grandpa.

Daddy buried one next to Millet and hung one on the wall.

Grandpa once took down the Nine Links from the wall for me to play with, and I never untied them. My grandparents tried it, but they couldn't solve it.

But Daddy untied it in three or two clicks. He said: "If you always think about solving the problem, it may become more and more troublesome; If you take a step back and avoid the problem, maybe the problem will go away. ”

We begged him to tell him the solution, but my father refused. He has his reasons: "There are many truths in life that you know are true, but you don't understand. So if you tell it, you tell it in vain. Only the truth that you have experienced and realized yourself is a good truth. ”

This is also the reason why my grandfather did not teach my grandfather any skills until he was eighteen years old. He asked his grandfather to understand the world first, saying that only by experiencing all the things in the world and understanding the various states of the world can he make good use of the skills he taught.

Grandpa said that he originally intended to let Xiaomi go. But millet came again at dusk, which made my grandfather drag up his old and frail body and imprison millet.

When my grandfather saw that Millet was coming at me, he persuaded my grandfather to kill Millet so as not to leave trouble.

Daddy disagreed.

He said that this kind of thing is still less intervening as little as possible, I saved the Changsha piglet, and Millet held a grudge against me, so he came to my great-grandson. That's cause and effect. If I kill it, maybe this cause will cause other effects. If this cycle continues, when will it be a head?

In fact, my grandfather said these truths countless times when he was teaching his grandfather's magic.

Although he knows his son Mo Ruo's father, his grandfather is also the person who knows his father best. Later, my grandfather has been taking good care of Xiaomi, not because I understood the cause and effect that my father said, but because I thought that my father had another purpose for leaving her, especially because it had something to do with his great-grandson.

I also know that my grandfather intends to let me get close to Xiaomi.

Every time I went to my grandfather's house, my grandfather would ask, "Have you ever gone to the back garden?" Have you taken a look at Xiaomi? Did you talk to her? ”

I did go to the crockpot every time I went into the back garden, but I didn't talk to her. She hadn't made any noise since she had been in the crockpot, and wasn't talking to her the same as talking to a mute?

When I was a kid, I hated talking to mutes, and I was even more afraid of talking to them.

It was my godfather who caused me to have a psychological shadow of muteness. This godfather is a bit of a misnomer. Before my mother got married, she accepted a mute man in the village as her godfather. The godfather we recognize there is completely different from the godfather recognized in the current society, and the intimacy is greatly reduced. At that time, we basically recognized godfathers for the purpose of crossing the catastrophe. If a child is often sick, or the fortune teller says that he will encounter difficulties in the near future, the child's parents will take the child to the village to meet a few godfathers or godmothers. Some children even consider an entire village of marriage-age women to be godmothers.

Mom doesn't have any real feelings for that mute godfather, and naturally I don't think there is any special connection with the person who is logically a godfather.

But the dumb grandfather was very enthusiastic and excited every time he saw me, and often gave me a thumbs up, and then shouted "Abba Aba" tirelessly.