The first volume is like duckweed

Chapter 1 Bad News

"I am a sinner, I am a sinner......"

In a simple dilapidated room, on a dilapidated wooden bed, a child of eight or nine years old was curled up and sleeping with a tattered quilt, and the winter sun shone through the window on one side of the wall, reflecting on his childish but slightly mature little face.

At this moment, this little face was pale, covered with thick cold sweat, and his mouth was still repeating the four words "I am a sinner" indistinctly.

At this moment, an old face covered with dirt and oil came to the side, and one ear was compacted and pressed against the child's mouth.

After listening to it for a long time, I finally heard the dream words in the child's mouth.

"Grandma's, of course you are a sinner, you were born to eat and drink Lao Tzu, Lasa is Lao Tzu, and you make Lao Tzu angry every day. ”

It was an old man who was over half a hundred years old who spoke, and he took out a crumpled hand towel out of nowhere and slowly wiped the fine cold sweat from the child's face, and then stood up straight, looking at the child who was having nightmares with a pair of old eyes, and the love in his eyes was overflowing.

After about a stick of incense, he suddenly changed his expression.

"Get up, little bunny, the sun is on your ass. The old man suddenly opened his throat and yelled, slapping the child's bare ass with a slap.

With a scream like killing a pig, the child on the bed jumped up half of his body suddenly, his eyes had not yet opened, and his mouth had already opened and scolded: "Old man Wei, you are a man, can't you be gentle with the master?"

Old man Wei said with a smile on his face: "Little Zhenye, the sun has gone up the tree, please get up." ”

His attitude changed so quickly that the child immediately rolled back to the corner of the bed, and his hazy sleepy eyes were full of cunning vigilance.

"I went to cook. ”

In less than half a minute, the child lifted the tattered quilt in his hand and made a surrender.

When Old Man Wei heard this, he bared his teeth and smiled proudly, shook his hand and walked out, and put a pot of cold water hidden in his sleeve for a long time on a small table at the head of the bed.

The child grimaced at his hunched back.

"Master, I have been fooled once, and I have suffered a loss, so there will be no second time. He got dressed a few times, arranged the quilt haphazardly, and jumped off the bed with both legs.

"Ahh

With a splash of water, the child's voice was stretched several times longer, but the words behind him could not be breathed out.

At some point, there was a man-high pit in front of the bed, filled with cold water.

The child was standing trembling inside, and his little mouth suddenly turned black on this cold winter morning.

"Hahaha!" Old Man Wei laughed wantonly, and at this moment, Fang Fang spread from the lawn outside the house.

Half an hour later, an old man and a young man sat face to face in front of a stove made of several stones, and an iron can hung on it steaming hot, and a tempting fragrance wafted out of the can.

In fact, all that was cooked in the pot was some porridge and rice, and a few wild vegetables were miserably.

"Okay, no?" asked Old Man Wei with an impatient look.

"Soon, soon!" replied impatiently, stirring a long pair of chopsticks in the tin can again, taking out a wooden spoon and filling a full bowl and bringing it to Old Man Wei.

Serving himself a bigger bowl again, he quickly picked up the ashes in the stove, took out a few potatoes from it, and neatly threw three to Old Man Wei, leaving two for himself.

"Little Mako, your craft is getting better and better. Old man Wei burped, stroked his belly, and held a grass stalk in his right hand to pick the wild vegetable leaves between his teeth contentedly.

"The world is sinister, if someone is plotting to harm you and master your habits, the tricks that harm people are often not just one, two, or three, you have to remember this lesson this morning!" Old man Wei changed his words and talked about the previous events.

"Got it. ”

Xiao Zhenzi swallowed the last mouthful of porridge in the bowl, but his eyes peeked at Old Man Wei through the fingers between the bowls with a hint of cunning.

"You peek at ......" Although his movements were somewhat hidden, they were still discovered by the old man Wei, who had become a ghost.

"I, you little rabbit cub, what did you put in the porridge?" Old man Wei suddenly covered his aching lower abdomen with one hand.

Xiao Zhenzi stretched out his tongue and ran away, with a pair of small eyes and a smile: "I just smeared some croton powder in your bowl." ”

"No wonder today's porridge is a little bitter, oh - I'll settle accounts with you later!" Old man Wei didn't finish speaking, and hurriedly ran towards the toilet with his stomach in one hand and his pants in the other, like a frightened rabbit.

"There's one more thing I haven't told you?" Xiao Zhenzi shouted at Old Man Wei's back.

"What?"

Old man Wei didn't have the heart to listen at this moment, and rushed into the thatched house.

A moment later, a series of screams suddenly came out of the latrine.

"Alas, I'm telling you that the squatting board of the latrine was half sawn open by me just now, and there is a nest of wild winter bees attached to it, which took me a few days to find!"

Xiao Mako looked innocent and rubbed her little hands.

"Oh, there is a market today, and I made an appointment with Du Suo and Zhao Houde to have a good day. His little figure ran as fast as he could, and he disappeared with a hula.

After a while, Old Man Wei dragged a stinky thigh and blisters on his face and got out of the latrine.

"Little bunny, come back and see how I clean you up!" he said viciously, but there was a faint relief in his aging eyes.

The first, fifteenth, and thirtieth days of the first month of the month are the days of the wild dog town market, which is also the most lively days in the town, and people in the countryside will carry a basket on their backs and take out the surplus grain at home or the wild treasures collected in the mountains to the town to trade and trade.

A yellowed horizontal flag was erected high, with four ghost-painted characters like "Qishan Spirit Rune" written on it, and the old man Wei stood under it with an old face, looking at the crowd of people coming and going, without any intention of shouting business. In just half a morning, he had already run to the toilet of a shop seven or eight times, and his calves and stomach were shaking softly.

"Where did the little rabbit go?" he kept sweeping around the crowd with a pair of old eyes, especially in front of the shadow puppet show and sugar gourd stall that Wei Zhen must go to on weekdays, but he never found Wei Zhen's figure.

At this time, at the other end of the town, on a stall covered with rags, there were some toys such as slingshots and clay figures, as well as nose pots, tea cups, bird eggs, honeycombs, peonies, atractylodes, wild ginseng and other things, and even a litter of newborn rabbits, three children in their early age of one meter were shouting and selling.

One of them has a tiger's head and a tiger's brain, a dignified face, and shouts the most. His name is Zhao Houde, and his father is a well-known Langzhong in this town, who opened a pharmacy, so his family is quite wealthy.

The other, the thinnest-looking, had a pair of copper keys around his neck, and kept dragging people to see the goods, and his thin little face was full of affectionate smiles. His name is Du Suo, and his ancestors have been locksmiths for several generations, so when he was born, his father simply gave him such a name.

There is also a person who is not ugly-looking, with dark skin, with a hint of delicacy between his eyebrows, but a pair of eyes are a little smaller, and he is smiling and introducing all kinds of small things in detail to the people who stop in front of the stall, and he is still begging for the price between the words.

This child is the little Wei Zhen that Old Man Wei is worried about.

The division of labor between the three of them was clear, and each performed its own responsibilities, and in the middle of the morning, they also sold a lot of things and earned dozens of copper coins.

"Old man Wei, I always said that the little master eats and drinks Lazar is his, look at it-as soon as the little master comes forward, it's not the wealth rolling in!" Wei Zhen thought proudly in his heart while talking about the price of the little rabbit with a woman holding a little girl.

The sun was soon in the middle of the day, and Old Man Wei glanced up and sighed in his heart. Wei Zhen was the baby he picked up, and it was because of Wei Zhen that he gave up his long-term wandering life like duckweed, and was born in Wild Dog Town, and nine years passed in a blink of an eye.

"Old man, how many copper coins are there?" An abrupt voice interrupted Old Man Wei's headless thoughts.

Old man Wei narrowed his eyes, and at some point there were two young people standing in front of him, and their accents and clothes did not look like people from this town.

"Ten copper coins each. He replied casually, if the people of this town were at most, three copper coins would be enough.

"What kind of ghost-catching talisman, wind-stopping talisman, and rain-stopping talisman are not bright?" said a young man with a thin face and a large mole on his forehead.

"Hey. Old man Wei crooked his mouth. "Your Excellency, please take a good look. ”

Pulling out a wind-stopping talisman from the talisman bag, Old Man Wei didn't raise his head, and casually threw it towards the horizontal flag that was fluttering and flying in the wind, and firmly pasted the word "Fu" on it, a faint light flashed, and if the horizontal flag was fixed by something, it no longer raised in the slightest.

"Carving insects, just deceiving the fools in the countryside!" another young man in a blue shirt with a gloomy face opened his mouth to sneer, and he deliberately raised his voice several times, which immediately attracted the attention of many people nearby.

Old man Wei's face sank when he heard this, and he said patiently: "This is the ancestral skill of Xiao Lao'er, but it is just a trick to mix up food, and it can't be entered into everyone's eyes." ”

"Do you have any other good tricks? If you can make this son happy, you will naturally be rewarded. The blue-shirted young man raised his cuffs and continued.

At this time, there were already a lot of people watching the excitement around. There are those who know Old Man Wei, there are those who don't, and there are those who make jokes.

"Old man, come on a powerful one!"

Old man Wei glanced around, knowing that if he didn't take out something hard today, he was afraid that it would be difficult to gain a foothold in Wild Dog Town in the future.

He arched his hands and said loudly: "Thanks to everyone's love, the little old man can only go out today!