Zhao Hui was chasing after him, and suddenly saw a few men around him swishing past him and chasing out, his brain was a little confused, and when he chased after him again, the person who grabbed his dried sweet potatoes had been pressed to the ground by several people, and the man in the old cotton jacket saw him running, picked up the dried sweet potatoes on the ground and waited for him to come over with a cold face.

"Boy, you can't do this, how many dried sweet potatoes might as well sell them to me, you are like a mouse moving, if you are robbed again, you may not have good luck to get it back." When he walked up, the old man in the padded jacket stuffed the bag of dried sweet potatoes into his arms in a light tone, and there was not even a smile on his face.

Zhao Hui looked at the man with some fear, but did not respond.

He knew this man, and in the black market he heard people call him the Boss.

The old man in the padded jacket, that is, Wu Laohei, the boss of the black market here, saw that the kid in front of him was a little frightened when he looked at him, and he couldn't help but snort with a toothache and waved his hand at him.

"Let's go."

Zhao Hui saw that he was still a little flustered when he let himself go, and hesitated to move his feet twice, seeing that this man really didn't care about himself, and even turned his head and started to go to the person who snatched his things, so he was sure that this person really gave things back to himself.

Zhao Hui walked on the street for a long time in a trance with dried sweet potatoes, and somehow, the words of the black market boss suddenly rang in his ears: "Boy, you can't do this......"

Yes, Zhao Hui also knew that he couldn't do this.

In fact, when he came to sell dried sweet potatoes for the second time, he vaguely noticed that someone was following behind, but he cleverly avoided it. Because he had escaped, he had been holding a fluke mentality, thinking that maybe the person who followed him just happened to pass by, or maybe he wouldn't do anything to him for the sake of being a child, but after what happened just now, the little luck in Zhao Hui's heart was completely gone.

Those people want to steal things, and they don't care if you're a child or not.

Or just sell the dried sweet potatoes to the black market boss? The man didn't look like someone who would be greedy for his little thing.

Zhao Hui thought like this, and his hand holding the dried sweet potato tightened unconsciously.

In fact, if he hadn't met Wu Laohei today, Zhao recalled that if something happened, he wouldn't sell dried sweet potatoes, so he would directly put those dried sweet potatoes in the Fang family, and give all the ones that couldn't be eaten to the Fang family.

But now that he met and heard Wu Laohei's words, he wanted to exchange the dried sweet potatoes for money, because he wanted to go to school, and he needed money to go to school, and he needed money.

In this way, Zhao Hui wandered on the street for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth, turned his head and returned to the black market again to find Wu Laohei.

Wu Laohei originally thought that Zhao Hui had been scared away, but he didn't expect him to be able to go and return, so he fulfilled his promise and accepted the dried sweet potatoes at the price of the black market.

Until he got out of the black market with the money, Zhao Hui was still shaking.

Before going to find Wu Laohei, he thought about what if this person didn't talk? But as a result, people were very talkative, and they didn't intend to fool him just because they were adults.

Zhao Hui saw that Wu Laohei really gave money, so he only kept dozens of catties of dried sweet potatoes to eat, and the rest was all poured into Wu Laohei little by little, and he didn't even weigh it again, just thinking that this person would give some money, anyway, it would be easier than selling it himself.

And Wu Laohei is indeed very reliable, every time he is weighed before giving money, he is really cheap and does not take advantage of him.

In this way, Zhao Hui sold all the dried sweet potatoes for a total of twelve yuan and three cents.

With so much money in his hand for the first time, Zhao Hui walked a little fluttering every day, and he was always afraid of losing it every day.

But this is money, not food, and he doesn't feel comfortable handing it over to anyone.

In the end, Zhao Hui found an iron box in the place where the town collected the rags, carefully put all the belongings into it, and hid the iron box in a hole in the eaves of the house when there was no one at home, and then plugged it with soil.

His father and brother knew that if the house was leaking, they would not pay attention to it at all.

After hiding the money, Zhao Hui began to review the arithmetic that Shen Yusleeve had taught him before, after all, Shen Yusleeve had to go to school every day, and he didn't have so much time to teach him pinyin every day. He took advantage of Shen Yusleeve's time to go to school, and he reviewed what he had learned every day, until the melon was ripe, and next time he took advantage of Shen Yusleeve's Sunday rest to ask for new knowledge.

As the days passed, the weather gradually became colder. When the weather was still warm, Zhao Hui didn't feel anything, and when it was cold, he couldn't stand it.

The cotton clothes on his body have been several years, simple windproof, cold protection is not used at all, but the father and mother at home do not earn enough work and do not share much firewood, and the family can only burn a kang.

And because he didn't bring back any food this year, his father and mother don't have a good face for him now, and when they saw him coming to the kang, they pushed him to find food and drink.

Zhao Hui really couldn't stand his parents, so he simply went out during the day and didn't come back until he went to bed at night.

But he can't stay at home, he doesn't know where to find a place to keep warm, Fang's house is the place he wants to go to the most, but he also knows that it is someone's home, he occasionally goes, and it is not okay to stay in someone's house every day.

Unable to do so, Zhao Hui began to stay in the east for a day and the west for a day, but now it is not easy for every family, he runs to other people's houses every day, and people think that he is here to mix rice and eat, and he has not had a good face after a long time, even his own grandfather and uncle's family.

Slowly, Zhao Hui stopped going to those people's houses, but it was too cold on the street, and finally he walked to Fang's house unconsciously.

Walking into the courtyard, Zhao Hui looked at Fang Youshun who was weaving baskets in the house through the glass window, and wanted to go in, but he didn't know what to say, so he finally squatted at the door quietly with two sleeves.

Fang Youshun finished weaving a basket, put it away, and just wanted to put the basket in the warehouse, and by the way, he got some cotton locust slivers into the house to continue compiling, but unexpectedly when he opened the door, he was almost tripped by Zhao Hui who was squatting at the door.

"When did you come? Why don't you go inside? Fang Youshun looked at Zhao Hui, whose face was frozen purple at the door, and was very surprised.

Zhao Hui didn't expect him to come out suddenly, he didn't know what to say, he just glanced at the basket in his hand, quickly took it, and asked, "Grandpa, where do you want to put it?" I'll let you go. ”

"In the barn." Seeing that he was so active, Fang Youshun smiled and pointed in the direction of the barnhouse.

All the baskets and baskets he made this winter are over there.

When Zhao Hui heard this, he hurriedly took the basket and walked over there, Fang Youshun looked at his thin back and smiled helplessly, and also walked over, picking up a bundle of cotton locust slivers that he had just gotten today, Zhao Hui put down the basket, and when he saw this, he hurriedly grabbed the cotton locust slivers and walked to the house.

After entering the house, he didn't need to be instructed, he directly put the cotton locust strips on the ground in the middle of the house, squatted down and began to divide the thickness.

These jobs, when he comes over these days, he often sees Fang Youshun doing it, and knows what to do.

(End of chapter)