Zhaojia Village is located in a remote area, and the water source of the people in the village comes from the only well in the village, and everyone will go there every morning to fetch water to prepare for their daily needs. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Brother Zhao Ping, let it go, let it go, didn't you tell you not to move, let me come. A fat body quickly snatched the bucket and shouted to Zhao Ping, who was smiling wryly behind him, as he walked.

These two people are Zhao Ping, who was in distress in the mountains not long ago, and his good friend Wang Li. Zhao Ping didn't return home until late that day, and the clothes on his body were torn, and there were even blood stains in some places, and when he returned from the mountains, Zhao's mother was frightened when he was waiting at home.

Zhao Ping didn't dare to tell Zhao's mother what happened in the mountains, but said that he got lost in the mountains and accidentally found a dead brown bear, the blood on this body was all brown bear's, and the injuries on his hands were said to be caused by a small fall on the road.

As for the immortal who saved his life, Zhao Ping didn't say it, Zhao Ping regarded this matter as his own little secret, and didn't want others to know, but more than that, he didn't want Zhao's mother to worry more.

The bear skins, bear meat and bear bile brought back by Zhao Ping were brought to a nearby town and sold for a good price, which solved the temporary pressure of Zhao Ping's family. Since he knew that Zhao Ping was injured, the fat man Wang Li ran to Zhao's house to help Zhao Ping do some housework. After resting at home for a few days, Zhao Ping couldn't bear the loneliness and didn't want to be idle at home, so he took a bucket and prepared to go to the village well to fetch water.

In fact, Zhao Ping's injury had already healed after taking the Taoist's pills and recuperating in the past few days, but Zhao's mother and the fat man still didn't let him do things, and Zhao Ping, who was deeply helpless, could only be silently grateful in his heart.

Zhao Ping, who finished fetching water, returned home accompanied by the fat man, and before he entered the house, he found a gray shed carriage parked in front of the house, and a middle-aged man got down from it.

The man was about forty-five or sixteen years old, with slightly bald sideburns, thick and neat eyebrows, thick fingers, black mud between his fingernails, and an old green cotton jacket with a blue cloth sash around his waist. The most attractive thing is a pair of glowing eyes, which make people feel very sincere when looking at people.

After the middle-aged man got out of the carriage, he looked around, and when he saw Zhao Ping not far away, he smiled and showed a mouthful of neat and slightly white teeth.

"Is it a pillar, I'm your second uncle. I haven't seen it like this in so many years. The middle-aged man said to Zhao Ping with a smile on his face. Seeing Zhao Ping's puzzled eyes, Xu couldn't help but add.

"What, don't you remember me?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Zhao Ping's eyes, as if he had a second uncle in his memory, but he went out to work when he was very young and has never returned home. The appearance of the second uncle has long been blurred in Zhao Ping's mind, although there are still some doubts in his heart, but out of politeness, Zhao Ping said goodbye to the fat man and led the middle-aged man who claimed to be his second uncle to the house.

After Zhao's mother and the middle-aged man met and asked for warmth, they took Zhao Ping's second uncle to see Zhao's father who was sick in bed. So Zhao Ping put the bucket in his hand and said hello to his second uncle, and stood quietly to listen to Zhao's father and his second uncle reminiscing.

Zhao Ping's second uncle looked at Zhao Ping with a smile, nodded with satisfaction, and complimented Zhao's father with a few words such as Zhao Ping's sensible and politeness, and then talked with Zhao's father.

Since Zhao's father fell off the cliff, the family was in difficulty, so Zhao's mother asked someone to write a letter and send it to the second uncle who settled outside, and the second uncle worked as a servant in a large family in the largest town nearby, and was recently promoted to the third housekeeper, and his life was okay. This time, the second uncle came not only to bring some silver taels to Zhao's father, but also to take Zhao Ping to the town to find a job. Because the second uncle's owner, the little son of the Zhang family, reached the age of studying and wanted a few school-age companions, the second uncle, who had no children under his knees, thought of Zhao Ping, who was of the right age.

Since the fall of the cliff, Zhao's father has not wanted Zhao Ping to take over his medicine collection skills, and then heard that the Zhang family is a big family in this town, and it is not hard to be a companion reading boy, not only has a penny of silver every month, but also can read and read for free, Zhao's father patted the edge of the bed with a cigarette gun and agreed to it.

Zhao Ping, who had never been out of the village, didn't know what it took to be a scholar for others, but when he heard the second uncle say that he wanted to take himself to the town to make money, Zhao Ping felt excited. For Zhao Ping, who has never seen the world, the world of flowers outside other people's mouths is so charming, Zhao Ping has always had a small thought in his heart, wanting to get out of this slap-sized mountain village one day, but he didn't expect the wish to come true so soon.

Second Uncle Zhao Ping was very satisfied when he saw that Zhao's father agreed, and continued to chat with Zhao's father for a few words, so he sat down to eat and drink with Zhao's father in Zhao's mother's greeting.

Two days passed in a blink of an eye, and Zhao Ping's second uncle wanted to take Zhao Ping back to the town as promised. Zhao's father kept telling Zhao Ping to be honest outside, not to be lazy and slippery, and to be careful when doing things outside. Zhao's mother kept telling Zhao Ping to take care of herself.

Following the carriage and slowly walking to the entrance of the village, he looked at Zhao's mother's somewhat gray hair behind him, and the silver threads were hidden on his sideburns. Zhao Ping, who suddenly found that his parents were old, wanted to stay with his parents, but he knew that he couldn't. Endured grief and got into the carriage, the carriage gradually drifted away, Zhao Ping lifted the window, looked at Zhao's mother still standing at the intersection, stood on tiptoe and looked at the figure from afar, and looked at Zhao's mother at the last glance, the carriage turned into the next intersection, and the overlooking figure disappeared into the end of the world......

Then the ground got wet, and it turned out that it would really rain when parting - the sun rained.

Until the carriage left the village, Zhao Ping didn't see his friend Wang Li to see him off, and he was a little secretly sad. What Zhao Ping didn't know was that on the mound not far away, Wang Li quietly looked at Zhao Ping's distant figure, his eyes flashing with tears, crystal clear in the sun.

After a long time, Wang Li wiped away his tears, a trace of perseverance flashed in his eyes, and he bit his lip tightly, as if he had made up his mind in his heart.

I don't know when, Zhao Ping opened his eyes with difficulty, sat up hard, looked outside the carriage, the sky was just bright, the willows were still along the way, the early morning wind, with a hint of coolness, woke up the nerves paralyzed by sadness, Zhao Ping looked up slightly, and there was a waning moon, which was gradually disappearing to the west, but this scene had a leisurely taste.

As soon as Zhaojia Village said goodbye, Zhao Ping didn't know what year and month he would be able to reunite with his parents, even if he was now in the beautiful scenery, Zhao Ping could only lament alone. The pain of wandering lovesickness can only be hidden deep in the heart.

Zhao Ping's second uncle saw that Zhao Ping was depressed, so he kept chatting with Zhao Ping and chatting with him about some interesting anecdotes he had seen. Zhao Ping is still just a child in the end, and gradually forgot the sadness of leaving his hometown for a while, listening to the second uncle's story, and gradually no longer seems restrained when talking to the second uncle, and sometimes interjects two sentences.

The carriage walked silently in the wind, and the sound of horses' hooves disappeared into the distance.

Ping'an Town is the largest township in these ten miles and eight townships, which can be compared to some small towns.

Ping'an Town is located in the Nanling Mountains, the whole town has hundreds of kilometers in size, the center of the town street is all paved with bluestone slabs, from north to south, with the shape of the formation of "nine bends and thirteen bends", like a green dragon that is about to fly in the air. There are nearly 100 cobblestone lanes crisscrossing the network on both sides of the ancient street, which are long or short, wide or narrow, high walls and narrow lanes, simple and remote.

Clear-colored tiled houses with earth-gray walls. The neat and orderly tiles are arranged in an orderly manner on the wooden shelves, which is neither monotonous nor boring, making the whole town look atmospheric.

A dusty carriage came from a distance, and without stopping too far at the entrance of the town, it drove straight to a row of residential lots in the center of the town, and stopped in front of a large mansion. Immediately, a middle-aged man got out of the carriage, and a handsome little boy was holding hands next to him, it was Zhao Ping and his second uncle who came all the way.

When the porter at the door of the house saw the middle-aged man, he immediately came over and patted the horse and said, "Steward Zhao, you are back." Is the visit to relatives still going well? As he spoke, he took the package from Second Uncle Zhao Ping and carried it behind him.

Seeing Zhao Ping, who was a little cramped on the side, he asked suspiciously: "Manager Zhao, is this ......?"

Manager Zhao patted the dust on his body with a proud face and said, "This is my nephew from my own family, and I brought it here this time to be the companion of the little young master, and I will follow the little master in the future." When the porter heard this, he immediately showed a look of envy to Zhao Ping, made a mockery respectfully, and took the package behind Zhao Ping by the way.

You must know that the Zhang family is a big family in Ping'an Town, with thousands of acres of fertile land and hundreds of families, and there is no doubt that they are high-ranking families. The incumbent family advocates wealth and nobility, and is a famous person in this town. Zhang Fugui has two sons, the eldest son Nengwen, who works in the county government in the town, and is usually busy and doesn't go home much. The second son was just six years old, and it was when he was clever and lovely, because the eldest son was often not at home, so Zhang Fugui loved the younger son very much, and everything was up to him. This is not yet the age to study, and he has invited several teaching gentlemen to teach him at once, which shows his love for him. This scholar is always by the young master's side, and he can't help but make the little guy envious and respectful.

Zhao Ping's second uncle took Zhao Ping into the house from the small door, and what came into his eyes was the huge stone pillars standing at the four corners of the room, the golden glazed tiles shining dazzlingly in the sun, and the glazed tile roof looked particularly brilliant under the clear blue sky. When did Zhao Ping, who was stunned, ever see such a luxurious house, two words kept coming to mind: luxury.

In the hall, a slightly chubby middle-aged man was dressed in brocade, with a five-** silk belt around his waist, his face was full of wealth, and he was holding this account book and reading carefully, and the green smoke of the incense burner next to him slowly rose, and the smoke was swirling, and the room exuded a charming aroma.

Second Uncle Zhao Ping pulled Zhao Ping and made a big salute respectfully, pushed Zhao Ping forward, and said, "Master, this is the nephew of my own family, and I brought it from my family this time." I heard that the little young master is studying, do you want him to be a scholar and accompany the little young master. ”

Hearing the voice below, Zhang Fugui, who was sitting in the hall, put the account book in his hand aside casually, and glanced at Zhao Ping, who was standing in front.

"Well, you look quite well-behaved, Zhao Geng, you are also an old man who has been in my Zhang family for so many years, I can still trust the person you recommend, let him follow the little master." Take him down to change his clothes and arrange a place to stay. ”

"Thank you, sir. With Zhang Fugui's consent, Zhao Geng hurriedly grabbed Zhao Ping and knelt down to thank him, and after getting Zhang Fugui's permission, he took Zhao Ping to a bungalow in the house.

Zhao Geng called a servant who was cleaning outside the house, pointed at Zhao Ping and said, "You go to the utility store to get him a set of scholar's clothes, and by the way, bring him some daily necessities." The servant who got Zhao Geng's order hurriedly put down the work in his hand and walked out.

Zhao Geng led Zhao Ping into the house, pointed to a big bed in the room and said, "Zhuzi, you will live here in the future, second uncle, I still have some things, I will come to see you later." With that, he walked out the door. When I arrived at the door, I didn't feel at ease

"Don't run around, you're not familiar with the house, don't get lost. With that, he walked out.

Looking at the empty room, Zhao Ping was a little curious, looking left and right. After sitting on the bed and waiting for a while, no one came, and Zhao Ping was a little tired from running around for days, and gradually lay on the bed and fell asleep groggily.

The wind outside the house was howling, and the silence inside the house was abnormal, only the sound of Zhao Ping's even breathing was accompanied, and Zhao Ping's first quiet solitude away from home passed like this.