Hundred miles and five fragrances: silent night

Boss Jiao struggled to get up from the ground, but he still couldn't get up, he just sat on the dustpan and gasped, "Fuck, what... What kind of world, when I see the old man falling, I don't know how to help it, give money, what does it mean to give money When I ask for food or touch porcelain, Lao Tzu has backbone!"

Boss Jiao's words were divided into several times before he finished speaking, mixed with the sound of humming and humming, and occasionally a few words were vague, only to see his mouth muttering, his eyes kept staring at the direction where the carriage disappeared, and I don't know if he shouted out what he wanted to express, or just thought so in his heart, anyway, the person driving the carriage would not hear it.

Seeing the copper coins on the ground, although he said that he had a backbone in his mouth and didn't want these insulting money, he still picked them up one by one and wiped them and put them in his inner pocket. Boss Jiao once again stood up with difficulty with the help of a wooden cane, and weakly dusted off the dust on his clothes. It was just the evening of sunset, and dusk was close to sunset. The clouds in the west were crimson for some reason, and when the birds returned to the forest, Boss Jiao was also very lonely and trembling and went home on crutches, and the oblique glow stretched Boss Jiao's figure very long and long, covering the three footprints left behind him.

The current Boss Jiao is actually more like Old Man Jiao.

Boss Jiao came to his old grass house, put down the kitchen knife and crutches and sat in the yard, without saying a word. When his wife saw it, he didn't pay attention to him, not because he didn't care about it, but because he had already taken it for granted.

Every bandit on this wild road has a vacancy for a son to inherit the bandit in the future, but Boss Jiao's son cannot inherit his career. I thought that his son was a scholar, and there was still business in the county, although it was not a big business or he couldn't make a lot of money selling melons and fruits in the county. But this is not his long-term solution. Jiao's eldest son's name is Brother Jiao, and he looks very strong, the key is that this person has a good heart, and he loves to help anyone who has a problem. Don't look at Brother Jiao'er, there are only seventeen**, but the matchmaker who is willing to say that the matchmaker can already line up on the wall.

But Brother Jiao doesn't take the matter of children to heart, he is a scholar who just wants to embark on a career in the world, and does not want to make a living by selling vegetables and fruits. Wait until the spring exam in March, and after passing the exam, you will be able to mix errands in the county government and not delay your bright future.

Originally, the reputation of the mountain village between the two counties was not good, but when he got on the official career in the future, he let others know that his father was a bandit, and he was also a bandit. Even though Boss Jiao wanted to tell his son many times that he would make money by trading as a bandit, and that his future in studying and taking the imperial examination was bleak, but after thinking about it, he was just this son, who would dare to delay his future?

It's getting dark, and my son has gone out with his burden in the morning and hasn't come back yet, so business is not going to be good. It is said that the Jiao family is not the only one who eats the mountain, Pingyang County is mountainous within a radius of fifty miles, and the fruits produced are nothing more than oranges, oranges, pears and dates.

Boss Jiao sat in the house smoking a cigarette pouch and pot, because there was no oil lamp in order to save money, the burning tobacco in the smoke pot was very obvious. Boss Jiao's ears heard the sound of powerful footsteps and two muffled sounds in the yard, and he knew in his heart that it was his son who came back, and listened to the sound of the flat basket, sure enough, the business was not very good, and at least half a basket of fruit was left in each basket that had not been sold.

Mrs. Jiao, who was sitting at the door, saw her son come back dejectedly, and she didn't care a few words, because she was used to it. She turned back to the room and lit the oil lamp, and the old three kinds of sorghum porridge, crispy pears mixed with sugar, and pickled orange peels on the dinner table. It was still on the table and untouched. The fresh ones said that they should not be stored for too long, otherwise they will deteriorate and rot and will not be able to sell them. So Mrs. Jiao processed the fruit into dried fruits and vegetables, which could be sold best, and if she couldn't sell it, she kept it for herself. This kind of life has been like this since marrying Boss Jiao. Of course, sometimes they will eat some game, such as sparrows, pheasants, mountain mice, etc., and even larger animals will not be able to catch them.

After Jiao Ge'er washed the mud stains on his hands, he also sat in the hall and ate with his parents. The three of them were speechless, and the house seemed exceptionally empty. In the past, there were two girls in the family, but now they are married. Fortunately, I married a neighboring village, and I can come back to see the second elder every once in a while. Although Jiao Ge'er sells fruits more decently than being a bandit, it is not profitable, and this family occasionally uses the coffin books of the two old men. The two old men sighed in their hearts, and Brother Jiao felt ashamed in his heart.

"Son, I'm old now, and I don't have the ability to do this business anymore, so if you don't take over my class, it's okay. But how will this family live in the future? I know you have the idea of becoming a high official, but you also think about us, you are still young and hopeful, but we are almost half buried in the grave. We can't look forward to it, they all say that raising children to prevent old age, you are not as good as your two sisters, let me worry!" In order to express the excitement in his heart or strengthen the deterrent power of the momentum, Boss Jiao would slap the corner of the table heavily at every pause in his tone, "Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, A few slaps, the palm slapped on the hearts of the three people, the three people at this time were uncomfortable, Jiao Ge'er seemed to be holding the edge of the bowl with his mouth open, but in fact, he used the bowl to bury his face deeply, because at this time his copper bell-sized eye sockets were already red, swollen and moist. Stuffed sorghum rice into his mouth violently, stuffed the bowl of rice and quickly ran back to his home remedies, covering the quilt and crying. The dignified seven-foot man was counted down by his father like this, how could he feel good.

The night was dull, the night was silent.

Boss Jiao, who has always been introverted, suddenly made no one accept the volcanic eruption, and Mrs. Jiao, who has always stood on Boss Jiao's side, also felt a little harsh when she heard these words. knew that Boss Jiao must have been wronged outside, otherwise he wouldn't have been so angry. So she was just silent, glancing at the looks of the two from time to time.

The first rooster crowed, it was just after the child. Jiao Ge'er got up and tinkered in his room. The sound was very small, but Boss Jiao and his family heard it, not because of the proximity, but because they hadn't fallen asleep until now, and Heili had just trained his son, and he didn't feel good. So the two of them lay on the bed and just closed their eyes and didn't speak. Mrs. Jiao also knew that her wife was not asleep, and people who snored loudly in the past, how could they sleep and pant today. But she didn't pay any attention to him.

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