"Little baby, what's your name?"

The white-haired old man sat on the cart and asked the gray-clothed boy on the back of the ox.

"In the lower ethereal. ”

The gray-clothed boy said in a crepe again.

When the white-haired old man heard this, he shook his head helplessly, a little funny, but he didn't correct him anymore.

He said: "You little baby, you say everything in a crepe, have you read a book?"

The gray-clothed boy said, "I have read it." ”

He didn't know how many books he had read, how many rooms he couldn't fit in, and how many ox carts he couldn't pull out.

The white-haired old man only thought that he had only read some enlightenment books and learned two sentences of "Zhihu is also", so he was impatient to show off his little brat.

He nodded clearly, and then said with a look of longing: "Speaking of which, my grandson can also enter school at the beginning of spring next year, he is one or two years younger than you!"

The white-haired old man was very proud that his grandson could enter the private school in the village to study.

So, along the way, he kept telling the gray boy about it.

From how knowledgeable the gentleman who taught the private school was, to how well-behaved and intelligent his grandson was, he kept talking, so that the big black bull under the gray-clothed boy was a little impatient.

The gray-clothed boy rode on the back of the ox, but he was very patient, just listening silently, occasionally agreeing a few words, satisfying the vanity of the white-haired old man.

"Sir, it's really cold, why don't you wait for the snow to stop before going out?"

The gray-clothed boy looked at the white-haired old man's frozen red feet and couldn't help asking.

"Little baby, you don't understand this, it's snowing heavily this day, and I can sell this charcoal for a good price, I wish it snowed every day, the more it snows, the better." His face was full of wrinkles when he smiled, "The colder it gets, the more expensive my charcoal will be, and the more money my grandson will have to go to school." ”

The white-haired old man did not leave his grandson for half a word.

Their family is an eight-generation poor peasant who has suffered for eight lifetimes, and it is not easy to produce a seed of study, and they have a chance to get rid of the shackles of family fate, so they naturally have to treat it well.

"Oh, I see. ”

The boy in gray rarely walks in the world and does not understand the things of people's livelihood.

He listened to the white-haired old man's words, and then nodded knowingly, indicating understanding.

"Alright. ”

The white-haired old man suddenly said: "Let's get here, there are some solid people in this area, my charcoal should be able to sell it at a good price, just stop here!"

"All right, old man. ”

The gray-clothed boy patted the bull's head gently, and the big black bull obediently stopped.

"Oh, yes. ”

The white-haired old man pulled up his cart and was about to part ways with the gray-clothed boy, but suddenly remembered something, turned around, and said to the gray-clothed boy: "Xiaowa, I heard that there have been frequent child abductions in the capital recently, you have to be careful, and when you are done, hurry home and go home, do you hear?"

The gray-clothed boy has his own magic method of 3,000, and mortals in the mortal world can't help him, if any of the flowers dare to attack him without long eyes, it is a dead end.

However, in the face of the white-haired old man's advice, the gray-clothed boy did not refute at all, but said: "I can save it, old man." ”

"That's good. ”

The white-haired old man didn't say anything more, turned around, pulled up his cart, and walked along the long snow-covered street.

He had to knock on the closed door of the house and exchange the charcoal from his cart for a bundle that his grandson had given to the private school teacher.

The gray-clothed boy looked at the white-haired old man's frozen red feet and his rickety back.

For some reason, I suddenly remembered my grandfather, who had passed away many, many years ago, when he was a farmer, when he had to face the loess with his back to the sky, and when he died and buried in the soil, there was no decent coffin.

The poor old man would never have imagined that his grandson would one day become the protagonist of the fairy myths he had told him.

Now, like the protagonist of those stories in his mouth, he can pass through walls, escape to the ground, sword, fly, immortality, immortality.

He is also an immortal in his grandfather's mouth.

But this was many, many years ago, and his grandfather's deserted grave, I don't know what it became after the vicissitudes of life, after the world was changed?

"Moo-"

The big black bull suddenly raised his head and screamed, interrupting the memories of the gray-clothed boy.

The boy in gray woke up from his memories.

He turned his head and no longer looked at the white-haired old man, but said to the big black bull under him, "Let's go! ”

The big black bull "moo-" again, and marched slowly.

After a while, the gray-clothed boy and the big black bull disappeared into this street.

......

In the blink of an eye, a long time has passed.

Before I knew it, it was evening.

The snow gradually became lighter, from the morning snowflakes in the sky, to now, only a few flakes.

The heavy clouds, I don't know which big hand was pushed away, leaking a few rays of sunset.

The blue color of the mountain peaks in the distance is also gradually seen, one after another, endlessly.

The sunset is shining, and it is the time for the private school to go to school.

Dozens of children poured out of the private school's doors.

Due to the recent unrest in the capital, some parents are not at ease, so they go to the door of the private school to pick up their children home, and some parents are too big and not very afraid of the captives, so they let their children go to school and go home by themselves.

Ah Jun's parents belong to the kind of big heart.

He straddled the backpack that Ah Niang had made for him to hold books, and after running all the way out of the private school, he ran straight to the vendor who sold sugar gourds.

Ah Jun came to the vendor, skillfully took out two pennies from his pocket, handed it to the vendor, and took a sugar gourd he handed over.

He licked as he hurried home unhurriedly, not noticing that he had been targeted by someone in the shadows.

......

Surreptitiously.

The two Chen Guo dead guards, who were only dressed as ordinary people, glanced at each other.

A dead guard with a scar on his face said to another dead guard who was slightly obese: "Let's do it, what Li Ying's father-in-law said in the morning, the meaning is very obvious, that is, even if we are bumped into by someone, we don't have to be afraid, things are under his control!"

The chubby death guard shook his head and said, "It's better to be careful, when he walks to a place where no one is, it's not too late for us to do it." ”

"That's right, there's no hurry. ”

Scar Death Guard was noncommittal about Chubby Death Guard's proposal.

The two Chen Guo's dead guards, whose strength was close to that of the innate masters, remained silent and sneakily followed behind a child.

When Ah Jun swallowed the last sugar gourd in his mouth, there was a fork in front of him.

In front of it, there is a slightly more crowded street.

On the left, there is an alley that is deserted, but it is a shortcut.

On weekdays, Ah Jun walks the street.

But today, he chose this unmanned alley for some reason.

When the two dead guards saw the boy turn into the alley, they were naturally overjoyed, and the moment he turned into the alley, they quietly followed.

As soon as they turned a corner and no one could see him, they would knock the child out with a knife, and then take him into the palace, raise him, and then become food for the monster raised by the emperor.

......