"Oops, it's counted, I'm exhausted. The sun is really going to roast people to death. ”

A white young man of eighteen or nineteen rolled up his sleeves, wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with his hands, sat on the stone steps, and kept complaining.

"Come, Fang'er, hurry up and rub my brother's legs and shoulders, your brother and I are going to fall apart with these old bones. ”

The woman called Fang'er looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed plainly. Some babies have fat little faces, like a big red apple.

looked at the bags hanging on his body, and then looked at Liu Buxiu, who was empty, his face was angry, and he rolled his eyes at the young man.

Fang'er saw that the young man didn't react, and couldn't help but be a little angry, so she simply raised her legs and kicked Liu Buxiu, who was lying on the ground pretending to be a good one, and broke the bones with her hands.

"Brother, I see that you don't have back pain when you lie down and talk, but I have to treat you well for this osteoporosis. ”

Liu Buxiu, who was half-lying on the stone steps, suffered pain in his waist, and reluctantly gave up half of the shady land to Liu Fang, and his mouth was not idle.

"Fang'er, as the saying goes, the eldest brother is like a father. That's how you treat your father? ”

Liu Fang took off the package and bag on her body while replying.

"As the saying goes, a teacher for one day, a father for life, why did your master father give you an address, and then shook his hands and went away. ”

When it came to the master, Liu Buxiu's expression couldn't help but become serious. Speaking of which, his master is also a wonder, and the other masters are all "Ah, young man, your bones are strange, you are born with divine power, worship me as a teacher, I can make you what to do".

Four years ago, the Liu brothers and sisters were begging on the street, and the competitor next door was his cheap master. Don't talk about praising what bones are strange, as long as he wakes up and walks over with a smile, he asks, and he specifies that he will take some copper plates from his brother and sister's bowl to buy the Hantan incense to drink.

This time or twice, the brother and sister didn't care about anything for the sake of the old man's age. But every day, every month, who can stand it, this old man comes every day to get wine money on time than the Gaomen compound to send monthly money.

However, the old man was not without reward, in the dilapidated Dragon King Temple inn where the beggar had been visiting for a long time, the old man forcibly taught Liu Buxiu some useless common sense every night, it didn't matter if he didn't understand, but he would definitely not be able to sleep peacefully if he didn't write it down.

So Liu Buxiu was also forced to remember a lot of things by cramming, and now every time I think about it, I am also miserable.

Just half a month ago, the old man gave Liu Buxiu an address and some scattered silver taels, and suddenly disappeared, saying that he would give him a great fortune when he returned from his travels, and the house at the address would be given to Liu Buxiu first.

To be honest, Liu Buxiu doesn't believe in the so-called great wealth, but it's not a bastard to take advantage of it, and it's always good to have a place of your own. Even if he doesn't care, he can't always let Xiaofang live on the street with him, so there is this scene.

Liu Buxiu retracted his thoughts, looked around in the alley, and couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart, in this Weiling City, the capital of the Southern Zhou Emperor, there was such a down-to-earth place, there was no splendor, carved beams and paintings.

Shiwan Lane is actually a group of rural idyllic scenery, full of low-rise shophouses, high buildings are only two or three floors, all kinds of vendors shouting and shouting endlessly, obviously a commercial street, how can there be a little bit of the appearance in the imperial capital.

Liu Buxiu got up slowly, looked back at the white property, the dilapidated wooden door was tightly closed, but unfortunately there was only one, and the other one was lying straight on the stone steps in front of the door.

On the closed wooden door hung a lonely copper lock. Liu Buxiu took out the key from his sleeve and glanced at it, and smiled bitterly in his heart, what is the difference between this lock and not locking, so he hung the key on his waist.

Walking to the door on the stone steps, he stretched out his hand and pushed the half of the wooden door, although the strength was not great, but the wooden door went with the other half like a smiling nine springs, lying on the ground, falling and raising a cloud of dust, choking the willows and quickly covering his mouth and nose.

As the wooden door landed, a few green tiles on his head jumped off the roof of the house, cutting off the other ear of the beckoning cat, which was already missing one ear at the door, and completing the shaving.

Liu Buxiu couldn't help gritting his teeth and glaring, and scolded in his heart: This house is really a gift. Bad old man, it's really bad!

When I entered the door, I didn't see any furniture. There used to be, but I think it was uninhabited all year round, and it was taken away by some down-and-out beggars.

The eyes are full of traces of animal activity, cobwebs, and rat holes. Passing through the vestibule, the curtain is lifted to the backyard. There is a well in the middle, and there are several rooms in the courtyard, which occupies a small area, and the basic buildings that should be there are also complete.

Liu Buxiu lives in those mountain temples and dragon king temples all year round, and he doesn't feel that the environment is difficult, but since he wants to settle here, he still has to clean up.

So, Liu Buxiu stroked his forehead and said, "Xiaofang, Brother Xu is suffering from heat stroke, a little dizzy, you come in and settle our belongings." As he spoke, he stumbled back down the stone steps at the door.

Liu Fang pinched her waist and looked at this brother who was too lazy to be paralyzed in bed, and shook her head helplessly. I had to roll up my sleeves, walked into the house, and started cleaning up alone.

And the paralyzed brother who was lying on the stone steps secretly opened one eye, and saw that his sister had already started cleaning, so he quietly got up, patted the dust on his body, and walked into the alley with his hands behind his back to go shopping.

Walking on the road, looking at the vendors on both sides of the street, Liu Buxiu thought to himself: Although we are now in Shiwan Lane, the old man did not say what he wanted us to do here. You can't wait here to sit and eat, you still have to do something to make a living.

But what makes money is nothing more than food, clothing, housing and transportation. What is the name of clothing, food, housing, and transportation?

If you don't starve to death in this place, you can't continue to beg on the streets, even if you can, how can I be considered a house-owning family, and how can I get down to this waist.

It's still possible to run errands for the convenience of people. Thinking about it, the image of himself sitting on the gold mountain and counting the money appeared in his mind, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but grin at the back of his head.

As soon as he said and did, Liu did not stop taking three steps and making two steps, and trotted back the same way.

When I walked back, I saw Yang Fang wiping the blank plaque with water, rolling up her cuffs and saying. "Fang'er, pen and ink are waiting!"

Liu Fang's face was stunned and uncertain, but she still took out the pen and ink inkstone she had purchased before leaving and handed it over.

Liu Buxiu waved his hand, ready to write the four words "everything you want" on the shabby plaque. But Yu Guang saw the old fortune teller wearing sunglasses and holding a bamboo cane on the other side of the road, as if he was glancing at him with a vicious blind eye, for fear of robbing the business.

Liu Buxiu is not a person who cuts off people's financial paths, under the surging of thoughts, racked his brains to change his statement, and wrote five crooked big characters on the blank plaque: Liu's Wanshi House, five small words in the lower right corner: You have something to say.

Writing was interested, and a couplet was mentioned. Shanglian: Do your best, and sometimes you can't do your best. Downlink: Listen to the destiny of heaven, and the will of heaven is difficult to do. Horizontal batch: No money will be refunded.

Liu Buxiu shook the brush after writing, and looked at his masterpiece, he was full of spirit, full of pride, urging Liu Fang.

"Fang'er, hang it up quickly, this will be our store from now on, and we are guaranteed to make money every day, hahaha. ”

"Brother, what kind of shop is this?" Liu Fang glanced at the plaque and looked at Liu Buxiu with a confused expression.

"As long as you give money, you can do everything. ”

"Brother, can we make money in this store?"

"You know a hammer Xiaofang, the most profitable thing now is the service industry. ”

"Yes, brother. If you want me to say that you should take off the socks with the leaky toe first, let's talk again, it's a shame. ”

Liu Buxiu looked down at his excessively protruding thumb, unwilling to be bound by shoes and socks, and forced himself out, and said with an embarrassed face.

"I said, Fang'er, now is an important moment to imagine tomorrow and look forward to the future, how can you be so eyeless and so disappointing. ”

As he spoke, he looked around at no one, quietly lifted his socks, clamped the hole with his toes, looked left and right, and saw that no one had found it, and let out a burst of laughter.

All of this was seen by the old sunglasses on the other side of the road, and the corners of his mouth raised a slight imperceptible arc, and he didn't know whether he was really blind or false.