In the eyes of outsiders, the small mountain town may always have a unique temperament, such as quiet, leisurely, and not so many trivial things, in fact, it is the same everywhere, all people are running for life, and no one can compare to who is free and easy.

In these days, the premise of wanting to be leisurely is to have money, and to be leisurely without money, that is called a street slicker.

Yang Yi is not a rich man, nor is he a street runner, just a diligent small vendor in the scenic spot, his daily work is to get up from the rooster, pick up his own things and come to the scenic spot, and sit for a day, although it is boring, but people in the world, they always have to eat, drink and Lazar, all of which are inseparable from money.

At this time, Yang Yi has come to the bottom of the mountain with a burden, here is the side of the mountain gate, not far from the gate of the scenic spot, but this road is only known to the local villagers, and the general tourists will not come here, every morning, the village vendors are riding bicycles to gather here, and then carry the burden up the mountain to sell, and wait until dusk is down, and the cycle repeats.

There is a lonely earthen tile house at the foot of the mountain, the owner is an old man, everyone calls him the old king, the usual job is to show the hawkers the car, the old man and his wife go early, the children are also settled in the city, the old man is not used to living in the house in the city, so he returns to the town, helps people look at the car, the old man is said to have been a soldier when he was young, and the old body is also considered tough, and a person is now happy to be at ease.

Yang Yi went down the mountain a little late today, and when he arrived here, he was already the last, pushed open the courtyard door, put his dilapidated tricycle aside, and saw that there was no one around, so he pulled his neck and shouted: "Uncle, uncle." ”

shouted twice, but no one answered, so he peeked in through the window of the house, and found that the old man was lying on the chaise longue in the house, opening and closing his mouth with his mouth open, and his feelings were asleep.

didn't wake up the old man, just silently piled his things into the car, and then picked up two leftover corn cobs and two tea eggs, and lightly placed them on the table in the hall, and then left the small courtyard.

The path leading to the town was not cemented, it was full of potholes, and it was very bumpy to walk on. After riding for about ten minutes, I arrived at the main street of the town, where there are mainly bungalows, and there are few two-story buildings built by two families, each of which is connected by alleys, and it is like a maze to go around.

If you look east along the street, you can see the high-rise buildings in the county seat at the foot of the mountain, which are now lit up and the city's nightlife has begun.

Since Baiyun Mountain was renovated, the government built asphalt roads, connected to running water, installed digital TV and broadband, and planned a public place for people to relax and entertain in the town.

In the past two years, Baiyun Town has relied on Baiyun Mountain, and the villagers themselves have gone to the mountain to sell something, and some have opened a restaurant under the mountain, and some have even started a homestay business, and the living conditions of the residents in the village have been slightly better than before in the past two years.

"Yo, Xiaoyi is back, make dumplings today, and let Xiaoya send you a bowl later. ”

"Thank you, auntie, I was thinking about your leek stuffing when I went down the mountain," Aunt Li next door is a neighbor who has watched Yang Yi grow up since she was a child, there is no need to be polite, in the past few years, she has long been closer than her relatives.

"Haha, you go home first, rest for a while, and let Xiaoya send it to you when it's ready." ”

"Hey, Howler. ”

After saying hello to Aunt Li, Yang Yi stopped in front of the door of a small courtyard, opened the courtyard door, and there were three old bungalows in the courtyard, in the middle was the hall house and kitchen, one on the left and right was Yang Yi's bedroom, the other was Yang Yi's studio, the toilet was in the corner of the courtyard, and there were some chopped dry firewood piled up under the eaves.

Living here, basically there is no need to lock the door, and the villagers can be famous when they meet, and say hello when they meet, which is far from the strangeness of not knowing the door in the city.

Yang Yi parked the car and moved things into the house one by one, today there are more tea eggs sold, and I have to buy some eggs at night, corn does not need to be prepared, and I planted two acres on the hillside after that, all of which are ready-made.

Washed his hands casually, Yang Yi began to keep accounts, as the weather warmed, the number of tourists in Baiyun Mountain increased significantly, the business in recent days was not bad, today I earned two hundred and ten yuan, very good, and when it comes to the peak season, I can almost earn three hundred yuan a day, and there is an income of nearly tens of thousands of dollars a month, and I am still very satisfied with the white-collar workers in the city.

Yang Yi was happy in his heart, and as soon as he put the account book away, he heard someone outside shouting: "Brother, my mother asked me to bring you dumplings." ”

Then the curtain was lifted, and a little girl with big eyes came in, with simple and clean clothes, a round face, and a bowl of steaming dumplings in her hand.

"Come, give it to me," Yang Yi hurriedly took the dumplings, put them on the table, and asked, "You ate them so quickly?"

"Daddy hasn't finished eating yet, I'm not hungry, so I'll come over after eating a little. ”

Yang Yi thought about it for a while, and laughed: "What, do you want to lose weight?"

The little girl tugged at her fleshy face, "Well, look at my face, the flesh is falling." ”

The little girl's name is Chen Lin, she has just turned fifteen years old, her nickname is Xiaoya, she is about to take the high school entrance examination, she likes to run behind Yang Yi's ass since she was a child, and Yang Yi has any good things to keep for Chen Lin for the first time, so the relationship between the two is very good, Chen Lin has something on her mind If she doesn't tell her parents, she will also complain to Yang Yi.

"I said what kind of fat do you lose at a little girl's house, now you are the time to grow your body, you have to eat, you are so good-looking, how cute you are, don't be deceived by those awl faces on TV, those are all knifed, you are called pure natural...... Yang Yi was eating dumplings while instilling chicken soup into Xiaoya.

Cut.

Xiaoya pursed her lips, the girls of this era are very precocious, and they have long passed the age of pouring chicken soup to them, and they are deaf to Yang Yi's nagging, and they will persistently stick to what they believe in, and they will not look back until they touch their heads and bleed.

Yang Yi was helpless, if he dared to skip meals like this when he was a child, he would have been spanked a long time ago.

Xiaoya walked to a desk on the side familiarly, with a laptop on it, this computer is one of the few large items that Yang Yi bought this year, it cost more than 3,000 yuan, Xiaoya also has a computer in her house, but she is about to take the high school entrance examination, and she must not dare to play at home, so she can only take the time to run to Yang Yi's side to have a good time.

Yang Yi watched Xiaoya skillfully open various software, and shook his head helplessly, not hoping that Xiaoya could be admitted to the key high school in the county.

The dumplings are stuffed with leek meat, a whole large bowl, without a trace of soup, Yang Yi now eliminates this bowl effortlessly, after eating a big bowl of dumplings, and making himself a pot of tea, drinking a big bowl beautifully, Yang Yi feels full of vitality all over his body.

Xiaoya played for a while, then reluctantly walked off the stool, picked up the empty bowl, and was about to go back, Yang Yi sent Xiaoya to the door and suddenly said: "Xiaoya, wait for me," After speaking, he turned around and came to the west room, took out the key to open the door, and pushed the door in.

Xiaoya knew that this room was her brother's studio, and she usually wouldn't let outsiders in, and she had gone in a few times, and the smell of herbs and mud in the room was full, and she couldn't stay in it for a while.

After a while, Yang Yi walked out with a incense box, handed the incense box to Xiaoya and said, "Summer is here, and there have been more mosquitoes recently, you can take this back." ”

"Ah, my mom wanted this, I almost forgot. "Xiaoya knows the magic of this thing, it is made by my brother in that strange room, light one every night, and the mosquitoes can be dispersed, the key is that there is no smell of smoke.

Yang Yi sent Xiaoya to the gate, then turned around and returned to the house, cleaned up the dining table, turned on the TV boredly, and then sat in front of the computer desk.

As soon as I turned on the TV, there was the sound of advertising, Yang Yi squinted and looked at it, it was a talent show, the host was quickly reading a long list of advertising words, Yang Yi thought that he was past the age of chasing stars, so he was not interested in these programs, he was too lazy to watch them again, he opened a website casually after sitting upright, clicked the mouse a few times, and entered his account and password.

The webpage slowly opened, it is a niche forum for making incense, the scale is very small, it is a small website built by a group of enthusiasts themselves, so far there are so many people, occasionally one or two newcomers, Yang Yi spends most of his time diving, and occasionally bubbles, but because Yang Yi has a unique view of handmade incense, and there is a perfect incense-making technology, so it is also a big man on this website.

Yang Yi's craft of making incense is learned with his grandfather, when he was a child, his family was poor, his parents went out to work, but a car accident took the lives of two people, since then Yang Yi began to rely on his grandfather, grandpa is not a local, he only moved here in the eighties of the last century, he will not farm, but he has a good craft of making incense, relying on this craft, Yang Yi has not suffered much from childhood to adulthood, there is a Zixia view under Baiyun Mountain, and the incense made by grandpa has always been a good thing that those pilgrims compete to buy, and it has never been comparable to the production line of those incense factories。

Yang Yi learned this craft with his grandfather since he was a child, Yang Yi himself really likes it, and he is quite virtuous, Yang Yi studied hard, sensible and diligent, and was admitted to the university in the provincial capital, in the first year after he graduated, his grandfather was seriously ill, without too much consideration, Yang Yi quit his job and went home to take care of his grandfather, but unfortunately, he spent all his savings and failed to save his grandfather's life, leaving only this small courtyard and a room of incense.

The only fortunate thing is that Yang Yi didn't encounter any bullshit disputes, he also has an uncle and uncle in the distance, but he saw it a few times when he was a child, and he never saw it again after his grandfather came to his funeral when he died, and the inheritance left by his grandfather came smoothly to his hands.

Later, Yang Yi returned to the provincial capital and found a new job, not to mention that the salary was not high, the atmosphere in the company was really not very friendly to his young man who had just graduated, and he changed several jobs in a row.

It's just that later, the commercial development of the Taoist temple became more and more serious, Yang Yi's handmade incense could not meet the requirements of the pilgrims at all, and now the young people who came to play did not have such a big requirement for incense, and the thick and long incense produced by the assembly line of the incense factory was more pleasing to them, so Yang Yi slowly stopped making incense for the Taoist temple and concentrated on being a small vendor.

This website is still what I saw by chance when I was in college.,It's all some literary young people who like to mess around with themselves.,Often tear around in the forum for a certain incense recipe or the proportion of certain ingredients.,There are some people in the forum who can't make it.,But people who like handmade incense.,Always post in the forum to beg / Buy some strange incense that you have seen or heard about somewhere, some Yang Yi will do it will chat with people privately, and slowly maintain some fixed customers, these customers can also bring Yang Yi a considerable income a month, Yang Yi sells incense to others are for people to look at and give money, incense is sent to others first, and so people receive the goods, looking at the quality of money, so many years have not met no money, less dozens, more hundreds of thousands.

Yang Yi entered the forum and happened to see a new post posted, click on it to take a look:

Ahh......h

The following is also attached with a picture of the rose being bitten by a bug.,It looks really miserable.,The one who posted it was called "Cute Big Pill".,It's a cute girl who is very active in the forum.。

Yang Yi had nothing to do, so he casually knocked out two sentences: Flowers and herbs are easy to have insects, you can put oxygen absorbers in the bottle, and then put some spiritual herbs on the outside of the bottle.

Just a while, the girl replied to the post: Ah, the parking lot turned over my brand, excited, the parking was big, and I begged to hug .......

Well, "Stop and do, love Fenglin" is Yang Yi's screen name, when I named it, I didn't find that I could only enter six words, and I didn't find that I wrote a wrong word, so the name of the most sassy bag in the post bar belongs to Yang Yi.