In his previous life, Xu Ling read Song Lian's "Sending Dongyang Horses to Life", which described the difficulty of reading, one of which was that books were expensive, and poor families could not afford them, so they often had to copy the records by hand.

Under modern technology, the price of pen, ink, paper and inkstone is low, and many people can't imagine that in ancient times, many readers were difficult because they couldn't afford to buy books.

The weather is cold, and the north wind is biting. Fan Shiqing was lying on the cart, wrapped in only his nostrils to breathe, Rao was like this, and he still felt that it was difficult to breathe.

Not to mention Xu Ling, whether it is pushing or pulling, you have to move forward against the wind.

The weather was gloomy, it was dark early, from Lingbao Town to Qinghe Town, the two got off the boat in the afternoon, pulled the car and walked outside the city, it was almost dark.

Xu Ling took Fan Shiqing to Lijiazhuang.

Mrs. Li's son is back.

This is the first time Xu Ling has seen the pillar of this family.

Mrs. Li became more and more haggard, and let Xu Ling and Fan Shiqing enter the courtyard, which was originally cleaned up, but now the leaves are blowing off the ground, and there seem to be a lot fewer chickens in the chicken coop.

Xu Ling and the two entered the house, and Mrs. Li went to the kitchen to bring some dry firewood back, lit a fire, and built a tripod of wood on it, and set up a pottery urn that could be used to cook soup and boil water.

The tiger was sitting by the fire with a runny nose, and when he saw that outsiders were coming, he hurriedly ran to the next room.

Xu Ling followed him, lifted the straw curtain, and greeted the male owner of the house.

Li Dayong was lying on the bed, his face darkened, and he didn't know if it was too dim or sick. The tiger head crawled on tiptoe at the head of the bed, whispering to his father.

Xu Ling looked at the man and explained his identity and purpose, "I was doing business with my uncle, and I couldn't go home in time, so I stayed here for a night." ”

Li Dayong is also a kind person, he has heard his mother talk about Xu Ling many times, coughed a few times, weakly and enthusiastically asked Xu Ling to stay overnight, and said that Hutou said to him just now: "He still remembers that you are Uncle Zaozi." ”

Xu Ling smiled, took out rice grains and meat dishes from the cart, and distributed them to Mrs. Li, asking her to cook a hot dish.

Li Dayong got up from the bed and went with them to the fire to roast the fire.

Xu Ling realized that he was not thin, and it was a little inconvenient to walk.

Hurriedly asked what was wrong.

Li Dayong sighed: "I was sick when I was digging the river silt, and I couldn't get better. ”

Tiger Head sat next to his father, very well-behaved.

Xu Ling looked a little sad, and comforted: "Brother Li, don't say that, you have children and mothers at home, you will definitely be fine." ”

Fan Shiqing wrapped his clothes tightly, retracted his hands into his sleeves, listened to Xu Ling and Li Dayong chatting, and dozed off after a while.

After a while, Mrs. Li cooked the meal, rolled the noodles with the eggs, put the woad leaves brought by Xu Ling, and sprinkled some green onions, which made people appetize when they looked at it.

The braised pork that Xu Ling bought in Lingbao Town, Mrs. Li cut a pot and put it in front of Xu Ling and Fan Shiqing.

The tiger stared at the plate of meat and swallowed his saliva, but he didn't make a noise to eat.

Xu Ling put the meat in front of their ancestors and grandchildren, and praised the noodles in a big gulp: "Since the last time I ate the noodles you made, I always think about this bite when I go out, just like I have come home." ”

Fan Shiqing was much more active when he arrived at the dry meal, and he was not too hot, and he couldn't wait to pick it up in his mouth after blowing two bites, and he didn't forget to echo Xu Ling: "It's really delicious!" ”

Mrs. Li was praised by the two of them, and the gloom on her face was much less.

Li Dayong also greeted happily: "If you like it, even if you come to my house when you pass by in the future, my mother's noodle rolling skills are the best!" ”

Xu Ling said: "Aunt Li's craft is really nothing to say, in my opinion, you can go to the town to set up a stall and open a small shop, and the business will definitely be prosperous." ”

Li Dayong smiled bitterly, "How can you have money?" ”

Seeing this, Xu Ling turned the chopsticks around and gave each of the three tiger heads a chopstick, "Eat them all, you're welcome!" ”

Xu Ling thought for a while, "Brother Li, your village is not far from Qinghe Town, if you start a business, it will be much more convenient than us." ”

"Well, if you believe me, we can work together."

Xu Ling has vegetables in the space, although he has to rest at home, but he can't help but sell his dishes.

I agreed with Wang Xuanbao to deliver food once every half a month, and I had to pass through Qinghe Town anyway, so it was better to send a favor and wholesale some vegetables to Li Dayong and let him sell them in Qinghe Town.

Mrs. Li's face showed joy, and Li Dayong was even more happy, and hurriedly agreed.

People who eat a meal sweat on their bodies. When it was time to go to bed, Xu Ling and Fan Shiqing slept in the same room, and the cart was also pulled into the house and placed next to the bed.

Mrs. Li boiled hot water from the fire in the hall, mixed it with water and sent it to the house, so that the two of them could wash their faces and feet.

When it was time to go to bed, the surroundings were quiet, and Xu Ling was about to fall asleep, so Fan Shiqing muttered, "Just your kid is kind." ”

Xu Ling was awakened by him and became sleepy: "What? Is it because his bed is not warm, or is the noodles not delicious? ”

"There are so many people in the world who deserve pity, can you help me?"

Fan Shiqing has known Xu Ling these days, and he can be regarded as discovering that this person is too bad and kind.

If it weren't for the kind enough to help that Liu Niang, how could she end up on death row? Fan Shiqing thought that he had a long memory, but who knew that he still liked to meddle in things.

Xu Ling was impatient to hear him say this, wrapped the quilt tightly and turned over, "I will help when I see it, it is better than not helping, if you don't help, you should be in Yizhuang now, not here." ”

Fan Shiqing was speechless.

Early in the morning of the second day, it was still dark outside, and Xu Ling heard the sound of "bang-bang" chopping things from the kitchen.

He couldn't sleep long in a day, and he woke up sleepy.

Seeing that Old Man Fan was still asleep, he got up and dressed, and went out to see.

It turned out that Mrs. Li killed a chicken early in the morning, and the aroma of the stewed chicken in the pot was overflowing, and the steam filled the low kitchen, and the kitchen room was hot under the light of the fire.

And Mrs. Li met with each other, chopped cabbage on the board again, and when she saw Xu Ling coming, she said embarrassedly: "Brother Xu, did I wake you up?" ”

Xu Ling said ashamedly: "What is this?" If we knew you were going to kill the chickens, we left last night! ”

Mrs. Li's chickens are used to lay eggs and sell them for money, which is already so difficult, so why waste it on him.

The old man hurriedly said: "This chicken doesn't lay eggs, and feeding it is a waste of thought, so it's better to kill it for you to eat and make up for your body." ”

Xu Ling sighed, Mrs. Li was trying to please him. He sent a little hope to the family, if they couldn't catch it, the family might really be doomed.

He didn't say anything anymore, washed his hands and wanted to help Mrs. Li make dumplings together, but Mrs. Li drove him to burn wood and roast the fire.

When the tiger head woke up, he smelled the aroma and ran to the kitchen, and when he saw the round dumplings full of dumplings on the board, he jumped and jumped happily.

yelled, "Daddy! It's New Year! Grandma makes dumplings! ”

The child did not know that the center was sour, and took this meal as a signal for the New Year.