In the Qing Dynasty, there is a place called Yaojia Village in the east of Lingzhou, there is an old widower Yao Old Man in Yaojia Village, who is seventy years old and two, and he was good at gambling in his early years, so he broke up his wife and fell in the middle of the family, and he has been alone since the age of forty, widowed in a very dilapidated and crumbling ancestral house. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Old man Yao, with a strange personality, is greedy, cheap, and often quarrels with his neighbors over a little thing, so gradually no one wants to deal with him.

Old man Yao, who lives alone, except for carrying a hoe and going out to farm during the busy farming season, spends his time sitting in this dilapidated house where "it rains heavily outside, and it rains lightly inside" all day long.

If a person does not want to forge ahead, then time will pass in a blink of an eye,

Thirty years have passed in a blink of an eye.

Gradually, the silver-haired old man Yao could no longer bear the big hoe on his shoulders that depended on him and was lazy to make a living, so the old man Yao let out a "hey" and put down his baby bump.

Then, Old Man Yao began to eat the previous year's stored grain, and he reluctantly ate the stored grain for a year with careful budgeting, and Old Man Yao also survived for a year.

A year later, after a serious illness, the old man Yao could no longer go down to the pit, no one served, he had been hungry for three days and three nights, he had not eaten a drop of water, and he could only look at the nameless green grass swaying in the wind on the threshold of the ancestral house gate with tears.

"Ah~ah~ah~" Old Man Yao yelled desperately at the nameless grass at the door, at this time Old Man Yao obviously felt the coming of death, but he still wanted to live.

At this time, the miracle of the spiritual world appeared again, under the nose of Old Man Yao, the little grass actually grew bigger little by little, little by little, and finally became a half-sized boy in Tsing Yi.

This boy in green clothes, with a round face and slightly chubby, was also dotted with a red sand mark between his eyebrows, he was wearing green clothes and green pants, and his arms were particularly thick, if he looked at it from a distance, he was indeed very similar to the Nezha in the sky.

After appearing in human form, the boy in Tsing Yi immediately ran out, but it didn't take long for him to run back again, but by this time he was already carrying three hot flatbreads and a bowl of clean and sweet mountain spring water in his hands.

"Ah~ah~ah~" Old man Yao shouted at the three hot flatbreads in the hands of the boy in Tsing Yi.

The boy in Tsing Yi naturally knew what Old Man Yao wanted to express, he didn't speak, but walked calmly to Old Man Yao's pit, put down the three flatbreads and the bowl of mountain spring water.

The boy pointed to the mud under his own feet, and before Old Man Yao could understand what it meant, the boy in Tsing Yi turned back into a wisp of white smoke and turned back into the nameless grass that swayed gently in the wind on the edge of the threshold.

The flatbread was next to his pillow, and the strong desire to survive made Old Man Yao cheer up, and then he grabbed a flatbread and sent it to his mouth, he who had eaten the flatbread all his life, he had never felt the sweetness and deliciousness of the flatbread as much as he did today.

Just as Old Man Yao sat up and ate the third flatbread with mountain spring water, the chief Wang of the neighbor's house, holding a thick wooden mallet, ran over angrily, and saw that Old Man Yao was nibbling on his own wheat flatbread, so he shouted:

"Okay, you Yao Jinba, you are so bold, you actually stole something and stole to your grandfather Wang's house?

"Huh??" Old man Yao, after screaming at Wang Baochang, who was in Huaiwu and holding a mallet, rolled from the pit to the ground, and then kowtowed to Wang Baochang who was standing at the door:

"Ah, the chief spares his life, the chief spares his life, the little old man doesn't dare anymore, he doesn't dare anymore... ”

"Don't you dare, but you've already eaten my big cake, what do you say?" asked Wang Baochang rhetorically.

"I'll pay, I'll pay, grandpa Baochang, I'll pay you... Old man Yao said in a low voice.

"Okay, then twenty taels of silver... Give it to me tomorrow ... Otherwise, don't blame me for pulling you old man to see the official!"

"Twenty taels of silver, Chief, even if you sell my dilapidated house, you won't have these twenty taels of silver. Old man Yao said.

"Then, I don't care, anyway, if we don't have these twenty taels of silver, we will go to see the official!" said Wang Baochang, and after snorting, he slipped his mallet and went home.

At this time, in this very dilapidated ancestral house, only the old man Yao was left lamenting and sighing, and then he frowned and walked into the hall, looking at the ancestral ranking that had not been worshiped with incense and candles for a long time, and couldn't help but cry silently.

It is more appropriate not to say that Old Man Yao, an unworthy descendant, is staying in this ancestral house, rather than that he is guarding a dilapidated ancient tomb.

"Grandpa, grandpa, what do you say I should do?" said Old Man Yao to Old Lady Yao, who had loved him since childhood.

When he was a child, the old man Yao was smart and clever, and even the "Four Books and Five Classics" could be memorized backwards, and he was called a "prodigy" by the villagers.

Therefore, Mrs. Yao immediately discussed and passed on this ancestral house, along with all the Wanguan family wealth, to the youngest grandson in the seniority.

Having money can not only make ghosts grind, but also make women full of arms, the old man Yao, who is thirty years old, has already married Mrs. Bafang, and the youngest is a 15-year-old actor.

However, the later old man Yao could not avoid embarking on the tragic life of the Confucian scholars "having learned but not skilled", after the death of the old lady Yao, the Yao family began to fall, and all the women left the old man Yao, the gambler, originally, the majestic palace-like ancestral house, but also due to the long-term lack of maintenance, and became gloomy, stormy.

Of course, all of this,

Like, that amazing tome,

A dream of the Red Mansion, like that,

Everything is a doomed tragedy.

At this moment, Old Man Yao suddenly had a flash in his mind, and remembered the boy in green, he seemed to really understand something, so he turned around and walked to the front hall, took out his own hoe behind the wooden door, and then walked to the place where the boy in green fingered, raised the hoe slightly, and then dug down with a hoe and a hoe.

As time passed, the hole dug by Old Man Yao became bigger and bigger, and the hole became deeper and deeper, until the next day, when the duck chirped, after listening to the "Bang Dang" plan, the hoe was hard to hit a big gap, and then Old Man Yao bent down and gouged a few times with his old hand.

In the end, a big burden was dug out from the bottom of the cave, and when I opened one, it was all a big ingot, a big ingot with white flowers.

At this moment, the excited old man Yao hurriedly took out a big ingot, and bit one heavily with his teeth.

Just listened to the "Ka Bang" plan, and the old tooth fell out.