Qin Yue pointed to a tiled house in the mountains and rivers in the west and said: "Where is my home?" Then he tapped the hoe iron with his finger and asked Wangfu: Do you know why I bought a hoe?

Isn't it just digging the ground. Wangfu doesn't feel mysterious.

It's not digging the ground! It's digging holes.

What do you do by digging a pit?

My dad said to build a rectangular pit with cement to raise scorpions.

What do you do with scorpions?

Make money!

Wangfu didn't continue to ask, although there was a question mark in his heart: Can you still make money raising scorpions? But he still believed it, so he patted Qin Yue on the shoulder and said: If raising scorpions can make money, I will also raise scorpions, and I won't strike iron. Qin Yue looked at him in surprise: Isn't it good to strike iron?

What a fart. He spread out a pair of palms that were almost full of blood blisters: Look, I can't stand it! Qin Yue looked at it and thought it was not unusual, and thought to himself: You can't endure hardships when you strike iron, is it quite easy to raise scorpions? At this moment, he said to Wangfu who was standing beside him: Go back to the iron shop, the master is still waiting for you!

I can't wait to stop now.

You must go, or your master will think that I have taught you badly.

Wangfu thought that Qin Yue's words were reasonable, so he said goodbye to him and returned to the iron shop.

Wangfu persevered in the iron shop for a day, and when he left, it was getting late, and he stretched out his hand full of blood blisters and said to the master: I can't stand it, my hand hurts so much!

The master said: Persist for a few days, and the blood blisters will not hurt when they become cocoons. Wangfu turned his head away, didn't look at the master head-on, and then whispered: I can't stand it. The master looked at his virtue and said unhappily: "Striking iron is a loss, and if you can't stand it, you shouldn't come to apprenticeship."

Wangfu didn't answer, buried his head, walked out of the blacksmith shop, and walked far and further past several villages, before he reached the door of the house, his mother heard his footsteps, greeted him and said: Wangfu, you run every day, do you have an opinion on the blacksmith? You'd better move the quilt over tomorrow and live with the blacksmith master and don't run anymore.

At this time, Wangfu had already entered the house and did not answer his mother. Suddenly, there was a "bang" on the chair, what was the matter? The mother couldn't see it, and Wangfu noticed that it was a cat jumping on the chair, so he roared at it, and told his mother that it was a night owl that made a noise.

When his father was cooking, he was not very happy when he saw that Wangfu had returned, so he came out of the stove house and said to him: Don't run home every day, you should sleep with the master for a few nights, and the apprentice must be sincere, and the sincere master will teach the true art.

I don't want to learn how to strike iron. Wangfu sat on the chair and suddenly said something that he didn't like, and his parents were surprised.

The father lowered his voice and asked, "Wangfu, what did you say?" Wangfu stood up and mustered up the courage to answer: I don't want to learn to strike iron, there is no chance of striking iron.

So what do you want to learn?

I want to learn to raise scorpions. I learned to raise scorpions from my classmate Qin Yue's father, and it was said that I could make a fortune.

The mother was listening on the side and was about to interject, but Wangfu kept saying: There is no interest in striking iron, Uncle Liu Wu has worked for most of his life, and his daughter-in-law has not married. The mother thought that what her son said was also reasonable, so she asked worriedly: Can you make a fortune by raising scorpions?

The venom of the scorpion is a precious medicinal herb that can be sold at a good price. Wangfu counted optimistically.

When his father heard him say this, he didn't blame him anymore, and his attitude changed when he spoke: Do you say okay to your classmate's father? Will he accept you as an apprentice?

He should have taken it. Wangfu replied confidently.

People raise scorpions and make money, and you make money as an apprentice? The father was still unsure, so he threw down a sentence and turned around and touched the stove house.

I learned art at home and raised scorpions to sell alone, wouldn't I be able to make money? Wangfu followed, hoping to convince his father of reason.

Qin Zhuang is not far from Shi Zhuang, but Shi Wangfu has never been there, and wants to find Qin Yue's father to learn to raise scorpions, but no one introduces him, so he actually came up with a way to find Qin Yue's father.

The next morning, he did not go to the iron shop, and he did not intend to go again, so he quietly came to the vicinity of the school, wandered under the shade of the trees in the field, and waited until noon after school, and waited on the road that Qin Yue had to pass.

More than 10 students in Qinzhuang gradually came out of the school gate and embarked on the journey home. Before passing the waiting intersection, Wangfu didn't want to meet other classmates, so he retreated to the ridge on the side of the road, bent down, let the group of students walk over, and then stood up and followed them, about 50 meters apart, he could have walked with them, he had concerns, if they walked together, the classmates who knew him asked this and that, he was clumsy and unwilling to answer the explanation.

This is very good, he followed behind and walked a long distance of the village road, his eyes staring at a child in a crimson undershirt in front of him, he was Qin Yue.

When he arrived at Qinzhuang, the classmates walked separately to their own doors, and Qin Yue also walked to the front of his tiled house, and suddenly heard someone calling him, and when he looked back, it was Shi Wangfu who came. He was surprised for a while and asked, "Wangfu, aren't you learning to strike iron?" How did you get here? Wangfu walked up to him and whispered: I told my family that I don't want to learn to strike iron, and I want to learn to raise scorpions from your father.

How does this work? Qin Yue said: I don't know if my father will accept you as an apprentice. Hearing this, Wangfu felt uncomfortable, his face turned pale, and he said hesitantly: My parents are blind and have a poor family background, I just want to learn to raise scorpions and get rich as soon as possible.

Qin Yue regretted a little, he shouldn't have told him about his father's scorpions, and when he saw his pitiful appearance, he said: In this way, you can find my father yourself, and I will only make an introduction.

Qin Yue's house is a tiled house, with a courtyard in front of it, about an acre of land.

On the left is an orchard with jujube, pear, plum, etc. The dates on the jujube tree are full of branches, as if they are not fully ripe, and they are still glowing with cyan light; The pears are ripe, and most of them are yellow, swaying in the wind among the branches and leaves.

Only the plums on the plum tree have already been picked, and there are not many leaves on the branches, perhaps the plums hanging on the wild branches are too heavy to reach, and the owner uses a bamboo pole or something to knock it, and the hands are heavy, and the green leaves on the tree are also knocked down a lot.

On the right is the field, on which there are sparse weeds. The most striking thing is that it shows a rectangle made of lime powder, and on one side of the rectangle lies a hoe, as if taking a nap.

Shi Wangfu was obviously not interested in it, only looking at the dates on the jujube tree, the pears on the pear tree, the bare plum tree or something. When he saw the fruit on the tree, he reflexively became hungry, and his stomach seemed to be hungry. But reason reminded him: Wangfu, you are here to learn the technique of raising scorpions, how can you think differently?

Only then did he retract his gaze and follow Qin Yue into the courtyard gate. The courtyard door was not closed, it was open. Qin Yue pointed to the field on the right and said, "The hoe was bought from your iron shop yesterday, and my father gave it a wooden handle, ready to dig a pit and protect it according to the pattern sprinkled with lime to raise scorpions." As soon as he said this, Wangfu walked over to see the lime pattern, and seemed full of interest.

The front door of the tiled house in the courtyard was open, and a shirtless middle-aged man was sitting at a dining table, tasting wine with his glass and his back to the outside. The woman next to her was also eating, looked up at the door, and saw two children coming in the courtyard, one of whom was looking at something, so she stood up with a rice bowl and walked to the door, and shouted at her child: Qin Yue, that's your classmate, right? Come in and eat.

The middle-aged man was Qin Yue's father, and he also twisted his neck to look at the strange child. Qin Yue nodded at his mother, then introduced Shi Wangfu's intentions, and stared at his father and said: Wangfu is no longer studying, I want to learn to raise scorpions with you.

Don't be kidding, this raising scorpions is what adults do, how can you let children do it? The father put down his glass and spoke with a mouthful of wine.