In the morning, he almost circled around the entire Wanlai Town, and he was like that, turning in small steps, seeing that every household was busy, opening shops, going to work, walking, busy, horse-drawn carts, ox carts, creaking, shaking iron hooves from his side, raising smoke and dust!

I didn't see what this town looked like before, but now I can see it clearly. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info some places are prosperous, some places are deserted, just like the current industrial area, and the same as the commercial area!

At noon, I finally returned to the noodle shop in the center of town.

The boss and the little brother in the store were all beckoning the guests to be busy, the cauldron on the street was steaming, and the chef was holding a spoon in the clouds, and he didn't pay attention to him standing outside.

In the past, I could see my grandfather setting up a stall outside from afar, but today I wonder, why is there no more?

I wondered, what had happened again? Was someone called to the school to look for me again?

was standing outside in a daze, and was seen by the little second brother in the store, and shouted:

"Hey, Lingwa is back just in time! help, help, hurry, hurry!"

Xiao Er held the big plate in one hand and called him in.

The boss also saw it, standing at the counter inside without squeaking, and saw Lingwa walking in slowly, pointed at him and said, "Wash your hands first, tie your apron!"

It was as if he was afraid that a diner was eating, and when he came to his mouth, he called back.

Lingwa had no choice but to do so, washed her hands to the side, tied her apron by herself, and then walked to the front desk to hand over the water and got busy as before! It seems that now that the boss has become a parent of food and clothing, even his grandfather is bowing his head to him, and he dare not be disobedient. He was unconditionally busy, and he didn't even dare to ask where his grandfather was going and why he didn't set up a stall!

In fact, the boss gradually became a little disgusted with what happened to the cold old man in the past two years.

From time to time, he kept asking him to borrow money and food, as if he had not stopped since he had a spirit baby. After the house was burned, he has been in the boarding house, and the monthly store fee is also delayed, and he only pays a month for a few months, and he lends money to this kid to study, and every time he borrows it, it is a big deal, as little as one or two silver, and as much as two or three taels of silver, but there is no return date?

It's not easy to ask questions about years of friendship, and it's not good not to borrow? And this kid is really uncomfortable, always making some mess out, and constantly recruiting people to come to the door to bargain.

Leng Banxian has slowly made him toss and collapse in the past few years, and he will never be able to return to the glorious era of being a person before. In the past, there was an old man in the family, and the whole family was not hungry when he fed himself, and he earned his own money and spent it himself, and he couldn't spend all the flowers. Come and go without a trace, live a chic life, really happy like a fairy-

And now the family is in decay, there is no fixed place, there is no way to make ends meet, and it is embarrassing!

Seeing Lingwa in the store, short and black, like a half-sized fish, although this kid is not bad, doing his best, and is very diligent, he is still a little dissatisfied in his heart. Think of me Boss Wan, in Wanlai Town for decades, I am a character anyway, who still needs you to help me as a child laborer?

People who don't know still think that I exploit and oppress the poor? Although the cold old man is optimistic that you can study, considering that you will have a future career, but you kid always provokes right and wrong, has a bad character, and does not change your bad habits, even if you are admitted, no one dares to appoint you, you have a ghost's talent!

As for his three daughters—

Miss me is a beautiful girl, the eldest daughter is about to become an adult, the matchmaker has been harassing every other two years, talking about the rich and powerful families; The third daughter is still young, but she doesn't want to have anything to do with your kid at all, even if you really become a big official in the future, you have to see if the girl is willing?

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After finishing at noon, seeing that there were not many customers in the store, Lingwa put down the teapot in her hand, timidly walked to the boss's counter, and whispered that she wanted to go back to the backyard to find her grandfather?

The boss nodded in agreement, and asked him to bring a big bowl of leftover dough, saying that you two should go back to eat, it's time for lunch. So Lingwa walked to the stove, took a big bowl of cooked dough from the chef's eldest brother, and cautiously walked out of the side door and into the backyard.

Came to the backyard, walked through the long corridor, passed by the side room where the owner's family lived, and heard the sound of girls laughing in the room, Lingwa didn't dare to stay, and walked directly to the low, narrow room in the west corner of the yard.

Push open the door and go in, there is a papier-mâché window, the light in the room is okay, the cold old man is lying motionless on the bed, with a wet turban on his forehead.

Lingwa put the big bowl of dough on a small shabby square table, stepped forward, and called Grandpa softly.

After screaming twice, Leng Banxian slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw that it was Lingwa, the anger in his heart came again, and he said angrily: "You, you, don't read - what are you doing when you come back?"

Lingwa stood beside the bed and whispered, "The book is lost, and the teacher won't let me read it!"

"Ah, the book, the book--lost?you, you-" one

Hearing this, the anger was immediately blocked in the chest, itchy and swollen, and he coughed again and again, unable to speak for a long time.

Lingwa saw that the old man beat his chest angrily and patted the bed, coughing terribly, so she quickly took a bowl and poured a small bowl of noodle soup and handed it to Leng Banxian.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the old man raised his hand, he knocked it over, and the coarse porcelain bowl hit the wall, and then fell to the ground, and it snapped, alarming several little girls in the front wing.

"You brute! Books-books-all lost? You, you-still have face--come back?"

Lingwa can't imagine how important books are to such an old man who has been good at writing and chewing words all his life?

In those eras, books were not readable by ordinary people, and even Boss Wan's three daughters had only studied in private school for two years, and they were all idle at home. As for being able to go to the social studies jointly run by several townships and towns, to become a child, to show talent, and to be only one step away from being promoted to an official and making a fortune, the average family is a very proud thing.

Leng Banxian saw that the cultivation plan he had worked so hard to manage was about to fail overnight, like five thunderbolts, and his lungs were about to explode!

The old man struggled to sit up, stretched out his old hand, pointed at Lingwa, and scolded weakly: "Get out! Get out of here—you get out of here—I can't find a book—never, don't come back—get out—"

Lingwa just stood in front of the bed and bowed his head and was silent, enduring the old man's hair, he knew that if he said it again, he could only attract the old man's greater anger, no matter how he scolded, he just stood still.

When he was scorched, the door opened, and Boss Wan walked in with a puzzled face, saw the noodle soup and broken bowls on the ground, and asked, "Hey, what's the matter with the old man?"

"Ah, people can't live, boss--this, this kid--yesterday's mischief, the books--the books are gone--the teacher drove him back--look, you see-" The old man was still furious.

"Oh, old man, you want to open something, the matter has come to this point, there is no other way. It's useless for you to kill him? You don't know what fate is? You still tell fortunes to others? Can't count yourself?" Boss Wan retorted unceremoniously to the old man.

"I haven't studied for a day since I was a child, I can't read big characters, don't I also earn money to support my family?

"Hey, just blame this kid, too, too, too disobedient-" After listening to the boss's words, the old man compromised.

"You can't blame him entirely. The baby is only seven or eight years old, and the babies in the school are all older than him, and it is inevitable that something will happen to the child--it's not that he is disobedient, it's that your old man's expectations are too high! Like climbing a tree, you yourself want to climb so high, and suddenly snap and fall down -- who is to blame? Blame someone else?"

The old man sat on the bed with his head down, sighed, and kept shaking his head!

"Okay, stop beating him and scolding him. Since he doesn't have a book to read, let him do it in my store first, and I'll talk about reading later. The baby is smart, and he has been studying for a year and a half late, so he should keep up, isn't it, baby?" the boss turned his head and asked the Lingwa on the side.

Lingwa nodded, "Well, yes, I can-"

"You, you-" As soon as Lingwa spoke, the old man came again, "and I'm embarrassed to say-"

"Okay, old man, are you sick? Don't worry about yourself anymore, go back and dispense some medicine, ask the baby to help you fry it, and it matters if you get better as soon as you are good -- everything will be fine if you are good! You also tell fortunes to others -- might as well I understand?"

Leng Banxian listened to the boss's tone a little impatient, thinking that he was now sending people under the fence, and he still owed so much money to others, so he couldn't help but listen to the advice of others! It's not good to argue anymore, shook his head, waved his hand at the boss, and sighed again:

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay! It's all the old man's hard life! The elders are evil! It's okay, it's okay, thank you for the boss's persuasion, let the boss bother, thank you, thank you! Go get busy, I'm fine, it's okay - just take a break, take a break, it's okay!"

Then he said to Lingwa:

"Don't you thank Boss Wan! Without a boss, we don't know where to beg?"

Roaring at Lingwa, he looked up at the boss again, and said,

"Okay, that's fine, anyway, we owe the boss so much now, from now on, you can do a good job for the boss, help the boss - just help ourselves, do you hear?"

Boss Wan didn't say anything on the surface, and smiled: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, it's a small thing, a small thing!"

I don't think so, I want you to help me, I don't lack manpower, it's better for you to pay me back, don't owe each other! You are old and young, people are not like individuals, there is no strength to contribute, standing in my store, I still don't want to affect the image of my store!

Then, he patted Lingwa's shoulder, shook his hand and walked out!

Seeing that the boss was gone, Lingwa was still stunned in the room, and Leng Banxian slapped the edge of the bed again, and shouted desperately:

"Why don't you go soon?"

Lingwa turned her head to look at the dough on the small table, swallowed her saliva, and quickly turned her head and followed out. Leng Banxian continued to lie on the bed, continuing to sigh and drowsy.

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In this way, the book was not read, and Lingwa became an official helper in the noodle restaurant.

However, due to his young age and small stature, he was only a head above the stove, so he just did some small things within his ability, and when guests came, he poured some water and wiped the table.

Even pouring tea is not reassuring, the guests are afraid that he will burn each other, and some are mocking the boss, making money by unscrupulous means, even using child labor, and the boss who gets it feels wronged for a long time.

After thinking about it for a long time, he finally discussed it with Leng Banxian and decided to ask Lingwa to go to the mountains to collect firewood! Anyway, the firewood in the store was also bought at the market, so that it could help the store save a province, anyway, if there were more pickups, I would ask Xiao Er to help get it back at night.

Daling Mountain is not far away, less than ten miles out of the town to the foot of the mountain, Lingwa has lived in the mountains since she was a child, and she is familiar with the mountains, which is a good idea, you can try to do it for a while.

After the broken bridge on the Daling River was washed away a few years ago, people have made many efforts in the past two years to build a simple pontoon bridge on it to facilitate the villagers entering and leaving Daling Mountain.

Because the river is wide and the river flows slowly, the villagers locked more than 20 small boats with two large iron chains thick as their wrists, and then laid wooden planks on the boats, and the boat was built.

People walk on it and sway, swinging, especially popular with children. Anyway, Daling Mountain, the mountain is high and dense, some are wood, and if it is broken, it will be replaced, inexhaustible.

On the first day, Leng Banxian sent Lingwa to the bridgehead. It's been a few months, and I'm back on the old road, and I feel a lot of emotion in my heart, Lingwa walked on the pontoon bridge, bouncing, and when she got to the other side, she didn't want to go down?

The old man put the sickle and axe in his hanging bag, and there were also a few pieces of bread in it, telling him to find water from the mountain spring when he was thirsty! Don't go too far inside, there is danger inside, and you can only pick it up near the side of the mountain.

Pick up the firewood and put it in a hidden place, don't let outsiders know, know that you will be gone the next day. Come back early in the evening, carry as much as you can, don't be too reckless, and carry it if you can't move.

After repeating this and this, he finally turned around and went back to town.

Lingwa carried a bag and went up the mountain by herself.

Returning to this long-lost mountain again, Lingwa was extremely excited, and while walking into the mountain, she hummed a little song, humming louder and louder, and memorized the texts she had learned

"The stream is clear and the flow is non-stop, and the South Mountain is deep and quiet, like bamboo buds, like pine trees、、、、、"

He didn't listen to the old man completely, and wondered where he could pick up any firewood outside the mountain? Everywhere was bare, either weeds, or stubborn rocks, and there were not even a few decent trees, and if there was firewood, it had already been picked up by others, and where was the firewood waiting for me?

He knew where he and his grandfather lived before, but there was still a long way to go, and the more he walked in, the more he looked at the cliffs on both sides, the weather became gloomy, and it was rare to see a figure, and he couldn't help but be a little scared.

Halfway through the walk and dispelled this idea, think about it or next time, today is mainly to collect firewood, today out of the performance to go back, otherwise grandpa there is not a good deal, the boss will be unhappy.

So he saw a low forest on the hillside in the distance, and quickly climbed over.

When I climbed into the woods, I saw that they were all dwarf shrubs, and the kind of thick-wristed, cracked firewood in my mind was the best, but at the moment there was no one, and I had to find it everywhere. After looking all morning, digging through a mountain to find a few small dry branches, Lingwa was a little anxious, and walked into the mountain for a while.

The mountains are full of big rocks and weeds, and there are no trees in sight. I'm afraid that I won't be able to go back at night if I go too far.

In the afternoon, the bread she brought with her was also eaten early, and seeing that the time was not early, Lingwa simply cut down a few small trees, packed them into a small bundle of wet firewood, and carried them on her shoulders and went back.

As I walked, I thought, Lao Tzu won't be here tomorrow! Am I not familiar with whether there is firewood in this place?

After passing by the pontoon bridge and sitting on it for a while, I had enough of the addiction of floating, and then slowly walked towards the town.

When I returned to the town, it was just dark, and the boss saw Lingwa carrying a small bundle of wet firewood and came back, shook his head, and said that the wet ones were not needed, and there was no place to pile them up?

Leng Banxian was fierce to him, saying that you should pick up dry firewood and cut down live trees to come back? If it is wet, it will have to be cold and dry before it can be burned, you can't think of it? You are usually so smart, but you are stupid now?!

Lingwa didn't squeak, put down the firewood, returned to the backyard room, washed her face with water, Leng Banxian followed back to the room, Lingwa said:

"The West Mountain is full of stones, there is no firewood, and it will be too far to go inside - let's go to the North Mountain, there are all big trees over there, and you will definitely be able to pick up good firewood!"

Leng Banxian said, "What's the difference? The good firewood that can be picked up has also been picked up." ”

But Lingwa insisted, let's go to Beishan and try it, I will definitely be able to pick up a lot of good firewood, let's try it tomorrow?

The old man also felt that Xishan was too familiar, and there was no firewood in the outer area, so he thought about it, nodded, and said that he would go to Beishan tomorrow to try it-