Stretching on the edge of the mountains, Baiwen Village.

The name of Baiwen Village is not very particular, for example, there have been 100 literati, but it also has a history that has been handed down to this day.

Twenty years ago, after the war between Shiso and Sang Ling, a group of men, women and children of unknown origin and place got together by chance.

Everyone decided not to ask about the origin or follow the future, and chose a place to settle down by the stretching mountains, green mountains and green waters.

Later, the country of Shisu estimated the situation of the surrounding villages and towns after the war, and a group of people of all ages chose a village head, and they could live here in the future, which could be regarded as a real home.

After some discussion, it was decided to make the most money in a day as the village head.

Lao Zhang, in name, was born burly, but he was a complete lazy man, and was kicked out of the village by his careful daughter-in-law, who asked him to go to the imperial city to earn two taels of silver and come back.

didn't dare to object, Lao Zhang thought hard after entering the city to no avail, so he buckled his tattered hat and fell from under the old tree at the entrance of the alley, and the snoring sounded.

Until he felt cold and got up, there were some copper coins in his slippery hat, Lao Zhang picked it up and put it in his arms, just to go back to the errand.

When the daughter-in-law saw Lao Zhang yawning, she was about to kick her feet, but she saw Lao Zhang hurriedly holding out a bunch of copper plates.

After thinking about it, he counted, no more, no less, just 100 words, and looked at the hour, and called people to the village under the trees from house to house.

Most of the people who were woken up were impatient, and it didn't matter who was the village head, and it was the middle of the night, lazy to listen to the mother-in-law's broken mouth, and casually catered to a few words and went back to renew the hot quilt.

The people who stayed with relatives and friends who were competing for the village chief nervously inquired and learned that Lao Zhang only earned 100 yuan.

Just as she was about to theorize, her daughter-in-law shouted: "The time has passed, so Lao Zhang brought money back to the village, shouldn't Lao Zhang be the village head?" ”

Seeing that the others were not convinced, the daughter-in-law kicked hard, and Lao Zhang stood in the center with a stagger.

The crowd surrounding Lao Zhang's daughter-in-law saw a burly man flash out of the dim firelight, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak out for a while.

Seeing that the people in the village were intimidated, the daughter-in-law hurriedly said that Lao Zhang had been a military chief before, and the village chief naturally had no problem.

Those who are ready to refute can only accept their fate, hoping that those who have not yet returned will not have any accidents.

On the second day, the sun appeared, and the old Zhang's daughter-in-law Zhang Luo set a name for the village.

After a discussion, everyone always couldn't agree with it, and the middle-aged man who was called a sour scholar by the people in the village coughed lightly:

"Let's call it Baiwen Village, one household a day, one hundred wen a day, isn't it a good hope?"

Someone chuckled, and the woman was angry, and she couldn't refute what the down-and-out scholar had said.

The rest of the people all praised the people who had read the book, and the middle-aged people habitually wanted to pull something out of their waists, touched the air, and lowered their eyebrows to everyone.

The origin of Baiwen Village has been passed down for 20 years under the deliberate influence of some people, and every time a child passes by the village chief's door with roasted candy, he will recite a limerick poem.

One household has 100 wen a day, and the houses in the village have 100 wen.

Xu is a hundred texts, and there are only 100 texts in the village.

The gray-haired, hunched old man grinned and petted the children's heads.

Suddenly, Yimune's head poked out of the window, his face was yellow and thin, his eyes were still bright, he frowned, and struggled to recite poems word by word.

Lao Zhangtou didn't care about his wife's anger, shaking his head like a child listening to a class.

After Mu Ne finished reciting the poem, he hurriedly took out some soup and rice and poured it into the crockpot that the child had struggled to lift.

I wanted to pour it all in, but I retracted my hand in the eyes of the woman on the side.

Mu Ne's head disappeared from the window, and Lao Zhangtou hurriedly turned his head to look at the door, sat up as straight as he could, and nodded with a smile at the door.

The emaciated child in a rag shirt had bright eyes, carrying a clay pot to the two old men in the door, and hurriedly ran away after looking at Grandma Li timidly.

Seeing that Chengyun didn't fall and walked away smoothly, Lao Zhangtou ate the rest of the soup and rice.

A few words of comfort to my wife, but I didn't get a response, so I smashed my mouth and looked through the window at the elementary school where the sour scholar was not far away.

The poems are not good, but the people are not bad.

With a ring around his neck, Cheng Yun hugged the crockpot with both hands and ran home as steadily as possible.

Since being rescued back to the village by Lao Langzhong, Cheng Yun took his younger brother to find a small house in the village to live and live a begging life.

It is almost impossible for a family to raise two more children, but every household can make enough food for two children to eat for a day.

Cheng Yun put the wooden barrel on the table, stepped on the stool, and poured the begged soup and rice into two bowls.

My younger brother has learned the principles of sages since he entered the elementary school of the sour scholar, and he is not allowed to eat less than him in the future.

had to rely on his younger brother, but Chengyun would use Aunt Liu, who made roasted candy, as a place to beg for food every day.

Although according to the sour scholar, except for the village chief, who has surplus food, it is not good for other families to go every day.

For example, from the first to the third day of the first year of the village, the fourth to the sixth day of the village to the north.

It just so happened that the village chief's family occupied the center of the village, and there was no delay on both sides.

In this order, it is better to do what you can to change some food than to come to the door again and again to annoy people.

After hearing this, Cheng Yun no longer held the broken crockpot and only stared at people.

After three years, Chengyun finally didn't need to suffer everywhere, and most of the villagers' brows eased a little.

As for why Aunt Liu, who goes to shake the sugar every day, it has to start with some trivial things that Cheng Yun heard from his mother-in-law and aunt in the village.

Many years ago, when there were wars everywhere, people who were dying of hunger grinded the bottom of the clay pot deeper so that they could serve more food when the rich and noble were giving alms.

Holding up his two bowls that he didn't know who lost, the color was not much different from the caramel on the edge of the board when Aunt Liu threw the candy.

Cheng used a wooden stick to grind the bottom of the bowl, took out the caramel that he had stolen, and compared it to the bottom of the bowl, which was just right.

Embedded the caramel in the bottom of his brother's bowl, it was difficult to see the difference in the dimly lit room, and Chengyun was satisfied with the soup and rice.

After Yinfeng went home, his eyes lit up and said that today's meal was a little sweet, and his brother would eat more, Chengyun happily agreed, and hurriedly sent a few spoonfuls to his mouth.

Outside the window, a woman twisted sawdust dust from the window.

Why did the child before he be sad sneak around, look for me and ask for it, shout Aunt Liu, what is it to divide you two sugar people.

I caught a glimpse of the two brothers eating, heard the younger brother say that the soup and rice were very sweet, and then looked at the wooden stick by the window, and left quietly even more sadly.

In the future, when children buy candy, they always see Aunt Liu, who is accurate and good-looking in throwing candy, her hands are not as stable as before, and she always shiveres to the side.

Everyone is worried that Aunt Liu will lose money in the future and not make this sweet and beautiful dump candy.

In the afternoon, I worked for food, and Chengyun was a little unhappy to go.

But once I begged for enough food, and some things were lazy and not delivered, and I was taught a lesson by a sour scholar.

You have to do what you promise, both to others and to yourself.

But the sour scholar also said that the bitterness is sweet.

A little cold, holding the herbs he took from the old man in his hand, Cheng Yun knocked on the door of the Sun family.

After waiting for a while, he couldn't hear the movement, Cheng Yun breathed a sigh of relief and was about to put down the herbs and leave, but the door opened suddenly, startling Cheng Yun.

A child who was not much older than Chengyun hurriedly turned around and shouted: "Mother! The wild monkeys are here to ask for food again! ”

Cheng Yun hurriedly stuffed the herbs into Sun Si's hand and wanted to leave as soon as possible, but he was dragged and pulled in, laughing and shouting wild monkeys.

A woman with a prominent cheekbone took a wooden stick and first gently pumped Sun Si's hand holding Cheng Yun, and then hit Cheng Yun's arm with a stick, and said sharply:

"What are you doing pulling this wild monkey? It's not too dirty, wash the herbs well, and the old man is such an old dog? Give him such a valuable herb? I don't know how to wrap it in a cloth? ”

Seeing that the herbs were not damaged, he snorted coldly, if it was a little broken, he would have to pay for the life of this wild monkey.

kicked past a few fallen fruits from a tree, cursed and got out of here, and had to clean the yard again.

Cheng Yun covered his bruised arm, picked up the fruit in pain, and ran out of Sun's house, seeing that Sun Si was about to catch up, he couldn't resist the idea of smashing it with the fruit, and hurriedly ran away.

After picking a relatively good fruit, Cheng Yun frowned, twisted his arm slightly, and endured the pain, this is the first one.

There are smiling faces to greet him, and it is another curse to welcome the door.

There is boredom spilling cold soup and rice, half into the crockpot and half on the body.

There are people who say to their own children, what happens to wild children who no one wants? Still disobedient?

......

After sending the herbs, there was not much gold and stone left, and Cheng Yun only felt pain, and the grievances were gone a year ago.

He and his younger brother were rescued from the village by Lao Langzhong, and since they promised to help deliver herbs and exchange for some food, they had to do their best to complete it.

It's also your best to endure the pain.

The last one had to be given to the only blacksmith in the village, and every time he would leave rice for himself, but unfortunately he was a mute.

Cheng Yun once sent farm tools for the blacksmith in exchange for food, but his body was thin and his legs hurt when he ran.

I didn't feel cold when I entered the door, so I found a place a little farther away from the stove and squatted, looking at the blacksmith who looked like a scholar more like a scholar than a sour scholar, and the hammer was clinked.

Cheng Yun didn't feel harsh, but some rhythms were inexplicably good.

Maybe this can be counted as bitter end.

The young Cheng Yun couldn't see it, and every time the blacksmith smashed it, a wisp of crimson qi would enter Cheng Yun's body, and he would warm up his thin body.

When the body is warmer, the previous bruises have miraculously healed by half, but Chengyun doesn't feel strange, after all, it has been like this for three years.

Patting the blacksmith, he signaled that the gold and stone had been delivered, and he had to go back.

The blacksmith pointed to the white rice on the table, and half of it was wrapped happily.

It's really bittersweet.

The thin old man gave Cheng Yun the food that should be good, and as always, he sensed the strange strength in Cheng Yun's body, and glanced at the west of the village. I will have it tomorrow, don't forget it.

Hearing that there is still food to eat tomorrow, Chengyun is naturally happy, learning the etiquette of the Hidden Wind Sect, and giving up the disciple salute.

The old man was stunned, looking at the luck of jumping away, his eyes were lonely and his mind was far away.

After eating, reading and reading together with Yinfeng is the happiest time for Chengyun, not because he can read happily, but because Yinfeng can eat and read happily.

Lying on the bed, I remembered that the sour scholar said that Yinfeng has a wise root, is talented, and is definitely a good reading seed.

Cheng Yun asked what the reading seed was, the sour scholar thought about it, and said that he could be a saint in the future, and Cheng Yun asked the sage if he could eat enough, and the sour scholar patted his chest to ensure that he would definitely eat enough.

When my younger brother became a saint, I went to find my mother.

After all, how can a saint not have a mother?

So Yinfeng went to school to study, and Chengyun worked hard to keep his younger brother fed and study.

As for the money needed to study, Cheng Yun didn't know, and the sour scholar didn't mention it.