So, Hu Decai helped Song's mother, who was closing the scene, to throw the hemp bundle upstairs to the corridor facing the outside and throw it down; After the old man Song weighed the bundles of hemp, he asked Hu Xiangcai to count them in his notebook, and he was so busy that he was busy.

Hu Micai drilled around the upstairs where the ramie was stacked, and did not help Song's mother throw the hemp bundles down. Mother Song didn't pay attention to his behavior, and found Hu Micai going downstairs alone in the middle of her busy journey, and then Hu Micai drove the carriage out of the front yard of the house.

About an hour later, all the ramie upstairs had been thrown off the scales, all of which were the scales passed by the old man Song, and reported the number to Hu Xiangcai, and he stared at each number, for fear of remembering it wrong. Hu Xiangcai remembered it very seriously, and there was nothing wrong at all. But in the end, Mother Song, who went downstairs, took out an abacus from the house and counted the numbers, only 2014 catties of hemp.

Hu Xiangcai asked suspiciously, old man, didn't you say that your family has more than 4,000 catties of hemp! How do you only weigh 2014 catties of hemp?

Old man Song didn't believe his ears, and said incomprehensibly, it's really weird, I remember that each bundle of linen was weighed before it was stacked upstairs, and it was counted, why was it half less? Even if the hemp is not dry and the moisture is shrunk, it will not erode nearly 2,000 catties.

Hu Xiangcai put on a very calm look and said, old man, the scale is your weighing, and it is your own card scale; You also report the number, that's all. I don't believe you'll take the abacus and sum up the numbers by yourself.

Old man Song was sullen, so he really used the abacus to add up the numbers, and it was still 2014 pounds. He said unconvinced: It is indeed this number, but it is too strange, I really don't understand, why is there so much hemp? looked at Mother Song again and asked, is the hemp upstairs lost?

Mother Song said that it was all lost.

At this time, Hu Xiangcai instructed Hu Decai to pay the money due to Old Man Song. They were loaded with a large cart of ramie, shouted "Drive", and the variegated horse pulled the cart away from the entrance of the village as quickly as possible.

One afternoon in early summer, Fu Dexing recovered from asthma. He and Qian Wanguan, who was carrying a bucket of paint, walked in the wilderness without coughing.

Qian Wanguan said, shopkeeper, thank you for trusting me, I will accompany you to the leather market in the north to buy mink coats, I am afraid it will take half a year to go back and forth.

Fu Dexing said, it doesn't matter, in another half a year, it will be a snowy winter, and I will wear the mink coat I bought on my body, won't it be warm?

Qian Wanguan said, that's too, the shopkeeper thinks comprehensively.

Qian Wanguan walked in front with a paint burden, and looked back at Fu Dexing who was following from time to time.

Fu Dexing walked slowly, and sometimes praised Qian Wanguan, who walked fast.

Fu Dexing said, Wanguan, you are a very good person.

Qian Wanguan looked back at him again, and stretched out his tongue, smiling without saying a word.

Fu Dexing said, the reason why I say you are good is because the fact that you have done it is touching. That time, you sucked a mouthful of phlegm out of my throat, and my daughter Chunlan couldn't do that.

Qian Wanguan said, why worry about that little thing?

Fu Dexing said that that is not a trivial matter, but a very critical matter. I won't be reasonable, I will only say, if you don't suck phlegm with me, no one sucks phlegm with me, others will think I'm dirty, and you don't think about being dirty or not, a kind of selfless spirit of helping others is really admirable by the old man.

When Qian Wanguan heard this, of course he was happy in his heart, but he still said humbly, don't mention this matter, I haven't done enough.

In front of it is a large river, with a pontoon bridge erected over the river and a stone monument erected at the entrance. When they approached, they saw three official characters written in white lacquer on the stone tablet: Wang Enqiao.

When it was hot, Qian Wanguan wiped his sweat and looked at the stone tablet again.

Qian Wanguan said, shopkeeper, do you know why the pontoon bridge in front of you is called Wang Enqiao?

Fu Dexing smiled, and then replied, according to legend, in ancient times, there was a king who rode a horse to the river and could not pass, and immediately ordered the local government to organize laborers to repair a pontoon bridge to facilitate pedestrians. In this way, in order to remember the kindness of the king who ordered the bridge to be built, the common people set up a stele and wrote the three words of Wang Enqiao.

Qian Wanguan said, I know. Shopkeeper, you have done so much kindness to me, and I can't forget you!

Fu Dexing saw another row of sweat beads on his forehead, waved his hand, got on the bridge, and said, you can rest on the bridge for a while, let's pick it again!

Qian Wanguan said, okay! So he carried the lacquer burden on the bridge, and the wind on the bridge was leisurely and very cool.

Qian Wanguan rested the paint burden in the middle of the pontoon, and Fu Dexing also followed.

There were no railings on the edge of the pontoon, but he boldly approached the edge of the pontoon.

Fu Dexing said, don't get out of the way, it's dangerous.

Qian Wanguan said, it's okay, you come here, I'm here, what are the shopkeepers afraid of? Besides, I can swim, and even if I fall into the river, I won't be able to drown.

Fu Dexing leaned over.

Qian Wanguan asked, shopkeeper, can you swim?

Fu Dexing replied, no.

Qian Wanguan pretended to be courteous and said, if you catch me, you won't be afraid.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Fu Dexing grabbed his hand, Qian Wanguan's face changed sharply, and he said, you can see King Yama! turned around and pushed Fu Dexing under the pontoon bridge, and Fu Dexing's whole body fell into the river, and then was swallowed by the river.

Qian Wanguan slapped his palms and laughed wildly and said, wonderful! It's wonderful. What's even better is that there are a total of 10,000 hanging money hidden in the two paint buckets, which belongs to my money alone!

As soon as Qian Wanguan was excited, he put his hand into the paint bucket and tried it, and took out a few hangs of money to look at it, his eyes smiling. But his hands were covered with paint, and he was uncomfortable, so he frowned.

Midday is hot and irritating. The old man Song, who had sold all the ramie on his own floor, was sullen, and took the card scale in his hand to weigh and weigh. He looked at Mother Song and said, it can't be that there is a problem with our own scales!

Mother Song said, it's no wonder that you weigh the scales yourself.

Old man Song said, I don't think there is a problem with this scale. Lean the scale against the wall. He frowned, climbed the wooden staircase, and when he looked upstairs, there was no trace of numbness, and it was empty. Walking further down the stairway, I found that there was a place on the roof that had been untiled, and it became a hole the size of a basket, like a huge skylight. Old man Song returned to the staircase and shouted, wife, come up and see.

Mother Song went upstairs, and Old Man Song took her to see the skylight on the roof.

Old man Song said with a smile and a smile, wife, you are so confused, you took a bundle of hemp upstairs and threw it downstairs, why didn't you pay attention to it? I deduced from this that one of the three people who collected hemp had quietly opened a large hole in the tiles of the roof of our house.

No wonder our family has more than 4,000 catties of hemp, less than 2,000 catties, it turns out that the "thief day" avoided you to stuff our family's hemp bundles out of the skylight.

Mother Song understood it and blamed herself very much, why didn't she notice it? She was very angry, but she was also angry, so she said, yes, I saw a person go upstairs to that side, and made a small move, and I was handing over with a hemp collector, and I didn't have time to pay attention to that side.

Old man Song said that there was a man who went upstairs for a while and came down, and drove the carriage away, and it is estimated that he drove away from the back of our house by filling the wagon with the bundles of linen he had dropped.

The more they thought about it, the more they didn't feel good, pointing at each other and complaining to each other.

Mother Song's tears came out, and she was crying and complaining, cutting these thousands of catties of hemp, and she had been chopping for a long time! My hands were tired and swollen.

Old man Song got a hookah and sat at the door with his head stuffed and smoked one after another, the white mist filled his eyes, and he didn't say a word.

For two or three days in a row, Song's mother kept crying, and her eyes were swollen from crying; Old man Song looked at the gloomy sky outside the house with a gloomy face and sighed.

When the villagers found out that the two old men were unhappy, they came to ask about the situation, and Song's mother told with a handful of snot and tears that the people who collected the hemp avoided them to uncover the roof tiles, made a huge skylight, and secretly threw the hemp bundles out, so that their family lost money in vain.

The villagers comforted the two of them with kind words and wanted to open a little, and at the same time scolded the three hemp collectors for their black conscience and the like that they should be killed with a knife.