The thatched door is unlocked, both because it cannot be afforded and because there is nothing valuable to guard.

Pushing open the door, the man was still sitting at the window, holding a roll in a green shirt, inviting the breeze to catch the light wheel.

The little mouse did not understand the way of the sages that his father recited, and his father never spoke to him. Even though he was already seven years old, he was already past the age of Mengxue.

His mother told him that it wasn't that his father didn't care about him, but that he didn't want him to be like his father, reading bullshit articles for a lifetime and wasting his life.

My father remembered these truths over and over again, and even he did not believe in them.

He hopes that the little mouse will learn a craft, if it is a chance, it is best to be a swagger to pass the market and bully the good catcher.

In his life, these books were ruined, and the little mouse still had a chance, at least to have a well-fed job.

The little mouse bowed to his father and greeted him silently. His father's reading was a big deal, and his mother often warned him not to disturb him when his father was studying.

But this time, my father took the initiative to speak, and said in a calm tone: "I'm back." ”

The little mouse answered "um" and went to work on the stove. Even though the house was simple, my mother carefully separated the sleeping and cooking places so that the kitchen would not disturb my father's study.

The father asked again, "Where did you go?"

The little mouse replied: "I worked hard in the butcher's shop, and I was busy all morning, and I changed this piece of meat." Daddy will read first, and I'll make you a bowl of sliced meat soup. He raised the big fat in his hand, and there was a half-broken iron hook on it, deeply embedded. Children who have not had enough to eat since they were young have a lot of experience in lying and do not show traces.

The father did not continue to study, but asked, "Which butcher?" ”

The little mouse panicked, and said casually without thinking about it: "Zheng ...... Zheng Butcher. He stole the meat of the Wang Butcher's family, and in this moment, he could only think of changing his surname, as long as his father did not find the Wang Butcher and was identified on the spot, he could slowly think about how to deal with it.

But when he heard his father sigh softly, he stopped talking.

The little mouse had a ghost in his heart, and hurriedly said, "I'll go make soup first", so he hid behind the stove and added firewood and water.

There is only one knife at home, which is both a firewood knife and a kitchen knife, which is sharpened by the mother. The little mouse raised his knife and thought about it, cut off the small half of the fat, and planned to hang it up to make bacon from others, and cut off a piece of soup every day in the future. But my father suddenly said, "It's all cooked." ”

The little mouse said, "But ......"

Before he finished speaking, he changed his words again: "Okay." ”

Big deal, he thought, I'll steal it tomorrow. Today's events are not going very well. Those butchers were big-shouldered and slow-moving, and as long as they were fed, they would be able to run faster than they were today.

"The luck of a dummy, the way of teaching. Master Zhu in the city asked his father to be a gentleman, and our family can have money. Father's voice came slowly from the back room, visibly trembling, as if excited.

The little mouse couldn't see through the wall, and the tears in the corners of his father's eyes were not in the bun.

The little mouse pretended to be happy and said, "I knew that Daddy would have a great future." My mother has been talking about it for years. It's just that those people don't have vision, and now they have discovered Daddy's talent. ”

His tone was raised, but there was not the slightest smile on his face.

Father said slowly: "Yes......"

The little mouse sliced the whole piece of fat as he said, scooped out the boiling water, and put the meat slices back in. He originally wanted to cook a soup full of sliced meat, and as long as there were only three or four slices of meat, they could eat it in a day. Now it is changed to fried pork slices, the fat meat has become golden at the bottom of the pot, and the fragrance has filled the thatched house, but it is a pity that when it is fried like this, there is only a plate of crispy meat slices left out of the pot, which is much less than the amount of broth, and it is not affordable.

The slices of meat were brought into the inner room and placed on a short low table, and the little mouse called "Daddy to eat", and went to wake up his mother.

The summer is hot, but the mother's hands and feet are cold. The little mouse took her hand and called softly, "Mother, get up and eat." ”

After shouting for a long time, my mother didn't wake up, and my father said softly: "Your mother is asleep, let's eat first, and leave some for her." ”

The little mouse surprisingly did not insist, but nodded, as if he agreed and seemed to have made up his mind.

"My mother is asleep, let's not disturb her. ”

The father and son sit around a low table, which is usually the father's writing desk, and when there is food, it will be used as a temporary dining table.

The father took out a can of bamboo from nowhere and asked, "How old are you?" ”

The little mouse said, "Seven years old." ”

The father said "um" and said, "Seven years old, you can drink." ”

The little mouse seemed to understand what his father meant, and said, "Okay." ”

The father said, "There is no cup at home, so we can drink it with this bamboo tube." ”

The little mouse knew that his father never drank alcohol, firstly, because the family had no money to buy alcohol, and secondly, his father often said that drinking alcohol affected his study. But at this time, he didn't ask about these trivial things, and said, "Okay." ”

So my father picked up the bamboo tube and drank it on his back. But as soon as I got into my throat, I was already coughing with spicy stimulation. The little mouse hurriedly snatched the bamboo tube and sensibly stroked his father's back.

My father coughed for a while, waved his hand, and said, "It's okay." ”

The little mouse understood, picked up the bamboo tube and was about to drink, but his father suddenly stopped him and said, "Let's eat some food first." ”

The slices of meat on the table were steaming hot, and the fat was fragrant, and I don't know when, they were forgotten by the two. At this time, the father signaled, and the little mouse remembered that it was not easy to obtain.

He said, "Daddy eats first." ”

The father smiled gently and said, "Let's eat together." ”

The two of them picked up chopsticks, sandwiched the meat, and entered the mouth.

Golden and crispy, but it seems to be bitter and difficult to swallow.

But in the end, after the father swallowed it, he still did not forget to praise: "My child's craftsmanship is so good." ”

He didn't quote the scriptures, he was afraid that his son, who was too sensible, would not understand his last few words of praise.

Taking advantage of his father's distraction, the little mouse quickly picked up the bamboo tube and drank the little remaining liquor.

The father's panic and panic disappeared in a flash, and in the end he was left with a wordless sigh.

He could only stretch out his hand several times in a row, and stuffed the slices of meat into the mouth that only praised the sages, puffing up his pockets and forcing a smile.

The little mouse looked at his father and said sincerely, "Daddy will definitely have a great future." ”

The father finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears. He was full of fat and muttered in a voice that no one could hear: "I'm ashamed, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for your mother." ”

"I'm ashamed ......"

The little mouse seemed to understand his father's words, and said with an ageless sadness, "But I can't forgive you." ”

Outside the thatched house, not far away, there are two people, watching here.

Among them, the purple-clothed young man said: "Master, if you want to take him as an apprentice, why do you give him back his father's poisonous wine, aren't you afraid of poisoning him to death?"

The middle-aged man in black said: "The wine is not poison, it is a drug." His useless father needs him to end it himself. ”