Yunguo, located in the middle of the Nanyu continent, is located in the northwest direction, and is the second-to-last small country among the 20 countries in Nanyu.

It is composed of 5 prefectures: Huizhou, Yangzhou, Yizhou, Yuezhou, and Quanzhou, and the terrain is composed of plains, hills, mountains and other complex terrains.

Huizhou, located in the northwest of Yunguo, is the largest area among the five states of Yunguo, and its topography is complex, and the capital city is Huizhou City.

Zhang Sanbao's Zhangjia Xiaoliu Village, which belongs to Huizhou, is located in the northeast of Huizhou, close to the border between Huizhou and Yangzhou.

On the contrary, it is closer to Yangzhou City, which has more convenient transportation and richer residents.

Xiaoliu Village, located in the plain, the land is barren, and the output of the grain that is often planted hard cannot be increased.

In the afternoon, the sun is shining and the weather is hot and dry.

On a field of 2 acres of red sand, a middle-aged man with a blackened broken straw hat is leaning over.

With one hand pulling the half-human-tall vigorous plant "Shu", and the other holding a rusty sickle, digging up the weeds that are just as vigorous.

Then, he turned around and put the weeds he had dug up into the bamboo basket that followed him, also wearing a broken straw hat and carrying by the uncoordinated young man. The size of the boy's straw hat is the size of his mother.

Weeds, but they are a "little baby". Take it home, you can feed the livestock, or you can dry it for firewood.

The young man wearing a big broken straw hat, a little thin and a little dark, is Zhang Sanbao.

At the age of 12, he stopped studying in the classroom like other children of the same age one year ago.

Because his family was poor, he really couldn't come up with extra money. In this regard, Zhang Sanbao is also very sensible and reasonable, without noise and crying. It's just that the character is a little more silent than before.

At this time, Zhang Sanbao, carrying the basket, looked at the rickety in front of him, his hair was dull and white, and his father's back was in tatters, his heart was full of sourness, discomfort and distress.

Zhang Sanbao stared blankly ahead, full of thoughts.

He remembered again: the big city tower outside Xiao Liu Village, the little brother who wore a beautiful stone around his waist, and the beautiful young lady whose clothes were embroidered with flowers. At this time, there was more perseverance in the young man's eyes.

...

After noon, another sunny day and hot weather.

On a field of 2 acres of red sand, a middle-aged man with a rickety body, followed by a sturdy boy carrying two bamboo baskets.

Both were the same, wearing blackened straw hats and tattered linen clothes.

From a distance, there are two hard-working and simple croppers, busy with crop work in the crop field.

The sturdy boy with 2 bamboo baskets in his hand is Zhang Sanbao at the age of 13.

Compared with last year, this year, Zhang Sanbao has one more exercise class every night: running and driving wooden stakes. In order to increase some strength, share the work for his father, and do farm work like his father.

The physical exercise has always been insisted on, and it has never stopped. However, my father said, "The Three Treasures are growing their bodies, and they can't do heavy work, which will affect their physical development." As a result, I was never allowed to do the key physical work.

Zhang Sanbao has been exercising his physical fitness, is it useful?

In the reply of the Three Treasures, "The former basket boy only ate 1 bowl of rice, but after unremitting exercise and hard work, now he has to eat 2 bowls of rice..."

...

At this moment, 14-year-old Zhang Sanbao stared blankly at the blackened mud and grass roof with his eyes open on the wooden bed.

At this time, an hour has passed since I ran an hour's road, punched an hour, and taken a cold shower.

The stomach was growling, the family rations were not sufficient, and most of the harvested rations were handed over.

Zhang Sanbao tilted his head sadly, looking at his younger brother Zhang Xiaobao, who was five years younger and sleeping next to him, who might drop out of school soon.

Turning his head again, he looked at his parents on the other wooden bed by the white moonlight, his white hair became more and more eye-catching, and the wrinkles were also eye-catching.

Now that he has grown up and has strength, his life has not only not become richer, but more miserable and poor.

The white moonlight sprinkled on Zhang Sanbao's pale face, which was extremely pale. It's hard to tell which one is paler?

Although his heart was full of sadness, depression, and discomfort, and it was difficult to sleep, Zhang Sanbao knew very well that he had to force him to sleep.

Because tomorrow, he has to get up early, go to Swallow Town, go to the blacksmith shop of Wurui, and repair the iron sickle that was broken by himself during the day.

The town to which Xiaoliu Village belongs is called Swallow Town. It is in the southwest of Xiao Liu's village. There is a distance of 2 hours between the two, and for Zhang Sanbao, it only takes 1 hour, or even less.

Swallow Town is composed of two main streets, Huazi Street, which runs east-west and Zhizi Street, which runs north-south.

In the town, there are 2 blacksmith shops, which are located at the north and south corners of Zhizi Street.

...

The next day, in the morning.

On the south side of Zhizi Street, a large swarthy man named Wu Rui was beating a folded iron sickle while listening to the conversation of a vendor with a gray towel and a bamboo pole.

"Brother Wu, have you heard that Tie Er in Zhuangzi Town next door sold a hundred years of ginseng from the foot of Beiping Mountain a few days ago?"

"Oh, I haven't heard anyone talk about it!"

"Brother Wu, I've heard that it sold for a hundred taels of silver. Tut-tut, it's enough for our little people to spend for 10 years! ”

"Well, a hundred-year-old ginseng, it's hard to find, it's a treasure!"

...

The conversation between Wu Rui and the hawker about the "100-year-old ginseng" was also coincidentally heard by the swarthy and sturdy young man standing in front of the iron shop, waiting for the iron sickle.

The swarthy and sturdy young man is Zhang Sanbao.

At this time, he carefully held a piece of oiled paper wrapped in both hands, and used the only 4 copper coins on his body to buy an oily beef pie, for fear that he would accidentally fall to the ground.

In addition, from time to time, he turned his head sideways and looked in the direction of the north side of Zhizi Street, and his dark face was full of expectation and sadness.

After a few tea hours, the young man's face showed a silly and stupid smirk.

Following the direction of her eyes, there was a beautiful girl with a graceful figure, wearing a white dress and a pretty face.

It turns out that this is the real reason why Zhang Sanbao didn't go to the blacksmith shop on the north side of Zhizi Street.

Zhang Sanbao looked at the beautiful girl in front of him and behind him, who was shaped like a peach, and he loved to watch it very much, holding the beef oil cake, and ran to his "peach girl".