Liang Yu walked around the small courtyard very casually, he walked to the threshold, took a look at the door frame into the house, and asked, "Brother Ming, why haven't you cooked yet, aren't you going to eat?"

Zhong Ming sighed, he seemed to understand Liang Heizi's intentions, and said, "It's not that I haven't had time to do it yet......"

Liang Yu was immediately overjoyed, and shouted loudly: "I'll come, I'll come, it's the turn of the talented Brother Ming to make a move in such trivial matters, just leave it to Ergou and I'll do it." ”

After shouting, Liang Yumali went into the house, scooped rice in the rice tank, and then scooped water from the water tank to wash the rice, skillfully pouring the washed rice into a small pot on the stove to boil.

After cooking rice porridge, Liang Yu was still flattering in his mouth: "Brother Ming, how do you say that sentence? Scholars can't touch the stove, otherwise they will get their hands dirty." ”

The Mai boy replied helplessly: "That's called the gentleman's kitchen." ”

The black-faced young man scratched his messy long hair, and replied with an embarrassed smile: "Yes, I also remember, the gentleman is far away from cooking." ”

Liang Yu has been a hard-working person since he was a child, he has no chance to read when he is floating around, he doesn't like to read, Zhong Ming intends to teach him some superficial knowledge, he always yawns and says: "How about Zi said, the gentleman has something to do, I don't understand, I have a headache to hear, I don't learn!"

Only whenever there is something to beg Zhong Ming, the black-faced young man will use his clumsy acting skills to show a few words of literary language, proving his desire to learn and make Zhong Ming happy, which seems to have become a common practice before the young man opens his mouth to ask for help.

This time Zhong Ming could hear it as usual, and he could also guess why Liang Yu was worried, so he asked: "Where did the money you collected this month go, there was no food at home in the middle of the month, I know you can eat, but it is impossible to eat most of the half a cylinder of rice in half a month." ”

With another embarrassed smile, the black-faced young man counted with his fingers: "In the first few days at the beginning of the month, Grandma Wu didn't eat at home, and you also know that she was alone and suffered from eye disease, if I don't send her some rice to eat, won't she starve to death?"

Uncle Li Carpenter has just added a child to his family, and he is a boy, so there are three boys in his family, how can the little grain issued by the county government be enough to eat, so I will lend him some.

And two days ago, Xiaoyu and his mother took the empty rice bag to borrow food, Xiaoyu was only a little bigger, just knew how to drink rice porridge, no rice would be hungry and sick, her mother couldn't eat, and there was no milk to feed her, so I lent her some, and ......"

Listening to Liang Yu counting the things that borrowed grain, Zhong Ming really couldn't say anything accusatory, so he could only say: "Then you can't help but leave yourself a stutter." ”

Liang Yu said with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth: "I don't have Brother Ming, besides, Brother Ming, didn't you also say that Da will help the world, my Liang Ergou is mixed now, I can't let the villagers in the mud village suffer, they are all crawling out of the pile of dead people......"

In this matter, Liang Yu never bowed his head to Zhong Ming, Zhong Ming taught him so many truths, he didn't remember it, and he remembered the sentence "Reaching is helping the world at the same time" in his heart.

Not wanting to listen to Liang Yu arguing with him there, the Mai boy waved his hand impatiently and said, "Then you have to remember the second half of the sentence in the future, and if you are poor, you will be alone." After only a few good days, you will become a big landlord, and your family's surplus food is not enough to help people every day. ”

Although he reprimanded, the Mai boy still took out two pieces of broken silver from his arms, turned them around, and picked a big one and threw it to the black-faced boy.

After throwing the silver, Zhong Ming pointed at Liang Yu and said, "Don't come to my house to eat food again this month, and I won't give it to you if I come again." ”

Liang Yu kicked the silver on his waist, patted the bulging cloth belt, and said with a smile: "Then come back next month." ”

"Be a bad person every day, I teach you to be a good person, but I don't teach you to be a bad person. ”

"A bad person is also a good person, Brother Ming, didn't you say that we have to be a master, a ruthless person, a good person, among these three people, a good person is the most important. ”

"It's like playing the piano to the cow, saying that you are an elm pimple, the ghost thinks more than anyone else, and your stomach is bad. ”

Not planning to continue to fight with the stubborn Liang Yu, the Mai boy got up to look at the porridge in the pot, saw the boiling rice porridge, and shouted: "Liang Heizi, the porridge is ready." ”

I didn't see any movement outside the courtyard for a long time, and when Mai came out with two bowls of porridge, Liang Yu turned over from the low wall again, still holding a small dish in his hand, which was a few wilted wild vegetables, and the black-faced young man proudly raised the small dish and said: "The wild vegetables that Xiaoyu's mother gave me yesterday will be salted for a night with the method you taught Brother Ming, it must be delicious!"

So, the morning light is just right, and the late spring sun is warm, sprinkled in the fence courtyard, gilding the blue brick house with a layer of gold, and it is more comfortable to sun on people.

Two teenagers squatted in front of the threshold, each holding a bowl of porridge in their hands, accompanied by pickled pickles, and drinking it squirmingly.

The black-faced boy took advantage of the fact that the young man in Mai lowered his head to take the pickles, and secretly sprinkled the rice grains hidden in his sleeve under his feet, and the red-crowned big rooster named General Tie immediately flapped his wings and came to the boy's side, cooing and pecking, and when the young man in Mai found out, he laughed and scolded again.

It seems that the days are so stable and the time passes like this, which is good for the two teenagers who have suffered a lot.

If such a comfortable life can be lived for a lifetime, the young man will be content.

Contentment is a blessing, cherish the life in front of you.

......

The black-faced young man wiped his mouth after eating three bowls of rice porridge, and went to wash the dishes with his mouth in his mouth, and put the dishes and chopsticks neatly after washing, Liang Yu knew that Brother Ming was a careful person, and he would be scolded if he didn't put it well, so he went out with a shy stomach after making it carefully.

Looking at Liang Yu's distant figure, the Mai boy advised, "Be careful in everything, run away if you can't beat it!"

"Got it! Brother Ming!"

The black-faced young man who was far away raised his arm above his head and waved his hand, and after falling, he casually pulled the short knife in the leather sheath at his waist, full of confidence, and walked towards the village in a hurry.

It is estimated that at this time, he was thinking about how to call his friends and teach the group of splashes who didn't know how thick the sky was.

After Liang Yu completely disappeared in the morning light, Zhong Ming got up and packed up the dishes and chopsticks, and then moved around the yard with his legs and waist, and then went out.

The weird activity just now is not famous, that is, the young man copied the method of moving his muscles and bones in his previous life, and practiced indiscriminately for half an hour every day to strengthen his body.

I hope that I will be long and healthy, and I will be able to live for a long time.

The days to come are still long, and the young man knows very well the importance of his body, not to mention that he is only seventeen years old, and it is the time to grow his body, and it is always right to be more active.

I have also heard the old people in the village mention that there are many appalling martial arts in this era, and those heroes and heroes of the rivers and lakes have good skills, climbing rocks and walking walls, and urging the people to rubble stones.

It's a pity that Zhong Ming has never seen such a strange person, and in the past three years, the strongest person he has ever seen is the Kong Zhutou who wears a Tang knife at his waist in a crimson patterned robe.

Earlier a few years ago, Kong Zhutou drove away the homeless evil men in the city, and happened to be seen by Zhong Ming, the saber on his waist was not unsheathed, and he broke up a group of evil men with his bare hands.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there are always legends of chivalrous warriors who ride horses with swords and horses.

There used to be a storyteller surnamed Guo in the village, whenever the moon and stars were scarce, and at night when there was nothing to do, he would always sit on the big stone at the entrance of the village and tell the old and young masters some rumors about the rivers and lakes.

Some people like to listen to the story of one person and one sword breaking through a hundred armors, and some people like to listen to the interesting stories of the romantic talents of Luoyang Hongyu Building, but what everyone loves to listen to the most is the story of heroes and beauties.

When talking about these scenes that provoke people's reverie, a group of big men were so anxious that they scratched their ears and cheeks, their faces were red, and they couldn't wait to take out the scene described by Mr. Guo from his heart to see it.

Later, when the war subsided and people's lives were stable, Mr. Guo did not continue to stay in the mud village, but moved into the city a few days ago to beg for a living.

The money of rich and noble families is always easy to make, and Mr. Guo does not belong to the silt village, so it is impossible to stay here all the time.

It doesn't matter if the group of men who don't have wives don't have a joke, it's just a pity that the thatched house in front of them was built by Liang Heizi with Mr. Guo.

Stopping slightly in front of the empty courtyard where the people went to the house, Zhong Ming shook his head slightly, thinking about whether to discuss with the village chief to divide this thatched house, Mr. Guo will not come back, people go to high places and water flows to low places, since they have walked out of this muddy village, how can there be a reason to come back.

Zhong Ming only saw things and thought about people, and remembered that Mr. Guo, which did not prevent him from moving on, the place he was going to was the old man Sun's house at the other end of the village.

Old man Sun is the village head, and the roster of the mud village is still in his house, and Zhong Ming must receive the roster before he can enter the city to discuss the division of land.

Originally, it was best for the village chief and the village clerk to serve alone, but Zhong Ming was troublesome and didn't want to take care of the family's short trivial matters, so he let Old Man Sun be the village chief, and Zhong Ming was just the village clerk who was responsible for negotiating with the county government.

Walking on the path of the muddy village, the Mai boy still frowned slightly, even after three years of mixing in the refugee pile, he still couldn't stand the smell.

The original name of the silt village was called the mud pond, if it weren't for Zhong Ming's disgust that the name was not good, he changed it to the mud village when he reported the roster, and the village would still be called the mud pond today.

When Zhong Ming changed the name of the village, everyone applauded and praised Mr. Zhong for his knowledge.

The names of the young people were praised to the sky, which shows that the villagers are proud of the only learned people in the village.

At first, it was called the mud pond because there were piles of refugees in the village, and the mud was eternal, even though everyone now has a courtyard and built low houses with thatch and yellow mud, but they still can't get rid of the essence of refugees, and it is dirty and unbearable.

The dirt road under Zhong Ming's feet is full of potholes, and if it had happened to rain last night, it would have become muddy.

The smell of and duck droppings wafted through the air, and the strange smell of sweat wafted through the low thatched huts, and from time to time there were the angry scolding of men or the cries of babies, and as the name of the village suggests, people and places were a puddle of mud.

It is such a group of dirty and chaotic refugees, young and old, as long as they see young people walking past the village, they quickly shout "Mr. Zhong morning!", without exception.

It was precisely because of this that the young man did not want to leave this village, not only because it was the place where he was born and raised, but also because of this group of people.

The people of the mud village are rotten to the roots, but this group of people is content, and they know how to repay their kindness, as long as they are fed, there will be no moths.

But the group of people inside the city wall is different, it is a group of ghosts dressed in human skin, a group of smiling tigers who eat people and do not spit out bones.

The Mai boy looked up at the broken wall not far from the village, his eyes gradually narrowed, and after half an hour, he was going to fight with the group of ghosts in the city again.