Steamed buns are indeed a good thing, although they are not delicious in the world, they can meet the most basic needs of people. Since that day, Fu Xiaowa has eaten steamed buns, and there are steamed buns, which makes people have strength, and he can complete the hard work every day.

The people in the kitchen like to call the little frog, because they think the little frog is a fool, they call the little frog all kinds of things, the little frog does everything, but later, in addition to those trivial things, the little frog also helps them wash rice and vegetables by themselves, hundreds of rice and vegetables, the thin body that tired a day, working in the cold and ice water, the eyes of the people gradually change, they begin to be ashamed, and finally silently take back their own things, they begin to leave some food, secretly stuffed to the little frog.

After the morning's work, the little frog rested on the haystack he was accustomed to, and the high-intensity physical work in the morning made his back ache and his legs weak at the moment.

Mr. Huang walked through the kitchen door with his cotton hat, and then the people on both sides greeted him, you must know that these people did not dare to raise their heads to look at him before, but now they are completely different, and there are a few bold girls who praise his beautiful hat. Today's manager Huang is also in a good mood, humming a small tune, patrolling the martial arts hall.

Huang Sande passed by the kitchen door and found that there were some fallen leaves on the ground that had not been cleaned, so he called the passing cook and said, "What's going on, why is the ground so dirty?"

A passing cook replied: "Manager Huang, the old man Guo who swept the floor is sick, no, it became like this in a few days!"

"Sick, this old man has been working here for decades, and it's time to go home and retire!" Huang Sande muttered.

These words were heard in the ears of Fu Xiaowa on the haystack, and the old man Fu Xiaowa who swept the floor had also seen it, he often met the old man Guo cleaning with water early in the morning, the old man didn't talk much, and he didn't say a few words to the little frog, but I heard that this old man had been working alone in this martial arts gym for decades, and he had no family and no children.

Fu Xiaowa jumped down from the haystack and said, "I'll sweep this place, I'll help top it for a few days, and the old man is estimated to rest for a few days!"

"You, you kid really have enough nosy things, do you know that this old man wants to sweep more than just the piece of land in front of you, it's the entire martial arts hall!" Huang Sande taught, he had already heard from his subordinates, this little hairy head couldn't be idle at all, whenever he had time, he either helped this or that, the vegetables and rice in the kitchen were also washed, and the weapons in the martial arts field were also cleaned up, he was a little unbearable.

"Boss, I work more than before, and I have more free time, for example, there is still afternoon, and I can get up a little earlier in the morning!"

"You eat a steamed bun and sell your life, that old man is not your father-in-law, do you have this?" Huang Sande scolded, he had never seen such an active person in robbing.

"I heard...... I heard that the old man has no relatives, if he resigns, where will he go!" Fu Xiaowa touched the back of his head and said.

Hearing Fu Xiaowa say this, Huang Sande's heart was touched, Huang Sande has never had a heart to hide, but now he feels that the old man Guo is really pitiful, think about the old man Guo has also worked in this martial arts hall for a lifetime, and has also contributed to the martial arts hall for a lifetime, where else can he go if he leaves the martial arts hall. If Old Man Guo can stay, he can only rely on Fu Xiaowa's help, and no one will do his own work, and he will have to sweep the entire martial arts hall.

Huang Sande shook his hand and agreed: "Okay, okay...... Whatever you want, don't make a mistake about the kitchen anyway, and then Lao Hu won't give you love!"

"Cheng, I'll sweep it away for you!" Fu Xiaowa happily picked up the broom next to him.

Huang Sande shook his head, he didn't know if this baby was really stupid or stupid, but maybe this baby's stupidity would bring earth-shaking changes to the martial arts hall. Thinking about it, Huang Sande straightened his cotton hat and disappeared around the corner. ...,

Fu Xiaowa didn't have much time to rest, but fortunately, his young hands and feet were sharp, and he swept this place in three clicks and two clicks, and after sweeping, he began to clean up another area with a broom.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled in this comfortable martial arts hall, Fu Xiaowa poured the last bucket of water into the water tank, and this time the water and firewood for bathing and cooking at night were ready.

The weather was still cold, Fu Xiaowa shook his frozen stiff hands, picked up two steamed buns belonging to him in the kitchen, and walked all the way along the fence to a simple hut in the corner.

The little frog inquired, this hut is the residence of the old man Guo, and when he came to the hut, he could see a few buckets upside down at the door, and some broom tools scattered, it seemed that no one had taken care of them for a few days, Fu Xiaowa packed up these things and put them back in their original places.

The door was hidden, Fu Xiaowa groped his way to the door, he cautiously looked in through the crack in the door, the room was very dark, faintly visible an old wooden bed, a tattered quilt, from time to time from the sound of coughing.

Fu Xiaowa pushed open the hidden door, and the crumbling wooden door opened with a bang, and suddenly there was a smell of fog.

"Daddy Guo!" Fu Xiaowa whispered, Old Man Guo, he has been in the martial arts hall for decades, and no one has ever inquired about his name, anyway, they all call him Old Man Guo.

"Ahem, who is it?" Although he was sick in bed, Old Man Guo was still very vigilant, and he found the arrival of a stranger.

"I'm here to see you, I heard you're sick!" Fu Xiaowa touched into the room and looked around, there were scattered tools everywhere.

"Are you here to inform me to leave the martial arts hall, I know, cough cough!" Old man Guo's voice was full of sorrow and Sangcang, as if he had already known the final result, this old man Guo was not lightly ill, otherwise he would not give up what he had done all his life, even if he could still stand up.

When Fu Xiaowa came to the bed, he could already see the old man Guo lying on the bed, and he saw that the old man Guo was pale and coughed all the time in the torn quilt.

Fu Xiaowa sat down and said comfortingly: "You can recuperate with peace of mind, someone has done the cleaning now!"

Old man Guo misunderstood, tears fell in the corners of his eyes, his roots are inside, leave here, can he still live, he sighed: "People are old, they just can't escape the pain, I hope the newcomers can clean up the Tai'an Martial Arts Hall, at least I can leave with peace of mind, decades, decades have passed in the blink of an eye......"

The little frog found that the old man had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained to him: "What are you leaving, now I just found someone to hold on to you, and you have to go to wait for this big martial arts hall when you are sick!"

"Top?" Old man Guo was stunned for a moment and said, "Didn't you replace me?"

"What's the matter, Manager Huang has now arranged for someone to take care of your work, and you don't have to worry about the cleaning of the martial arts hall until your illness is cured!" Fu Xiaowa told a small lie.

Old man Guo immediately cried bitterly, and said gratefully with a handful of snot and tears: "Manager Huang, Manager Huang is really a good person, a good person, I have been in this martial arts hall for decades, but I haven't found out that Manager Huang is such a virtuous person, what I owe to Manager Huang is what I owe to him, I am not a person, I am not a person!"

"This is food, put it on the table!" Of the two steamed buns, Fu Xiaowa only took half of them himself.

"Thank you, baby, thank you for coming to see me, old man!" Old man Guo struggled to get up to send it, but he couldn't get up.

"Don't thank me, it's all ordered by Mr. Huang!" Fu Xiaowa turned around and smiled.

In this room, the faint parting, Fu Xiaowa's smile, the old man's gratitude, and the small scene that quietly happened in this martial arts hall, the night was deeper......

In the severe cold of winter, Fu Xiaowa appeared in the cold winter again, exhaling white air, and swept away the fallen leaves on the ground with a broom. Old man Guo's cleaning range is indeed broad, except for the back wing, all places in the martial arts hall are his cleaning range, and it is rare for him to ensure that the ground of the Tai'an martial arts hall is clean for decades. ...,

Sweeping and sweeping, Fu Xiaowa swept to an alley behind the martial arts hall, there were not many people here, it was a bit remote.

"Here, come!" a child ran out of the alley.

It's the group of children who don't like him again, this group of rich children from rich families just hold grudges, and they have always held grudges when they were beaten and cried by Fu Xiaowa last time. Although the beggar named Xiaowen has no chance to retaliate, they still have a chance for this one vegetable melon.

At this time, several people blocked the little frog in the alley, Fu Xiaowa panicked for a while, turned his head to run, and at this time, a few children also appeared at the other mouth of the alley. Sometimes he could hide, but now he was blocked at both ends.

The leader of this group of children, Shen Zhengming, had already appeared, holding his arms and looking old, looking gloomily at Fu Xiaowa, who was blocked in the alley......

"What, you've been beaten again?" Steward Hu came out of the kitchen, pulling a big chicken leg and eating with oil all over his mouth.

"No, it's okay!" Fu Xiaowa wiped his nosebleed and pretended to be fine.

"Hmph, isn't it very unpleasant, have you ever thought about revenge and blood hatred?" Somehow, this fat pig-like butler is a master who is uncomfortable if he doesn't stir things up.

"I don't hate them, everyone was naughty when they were young!"

"You are really ...... a broken child" Hu Guan was speechless, this turned out to be Fu Xiaowa's understanding of those children, but he forgot that he was still a child.

"Take it, if you want to take time to practice without being beaten!" Steward Hu took out a martial arts book from his arms and threw it in front of Fu Xiaowa.

"Steward Hu, how can you have a martial arts book?" In the impression of the little frog, Steward Hu is just a housekeeper who is as fat as a pig and only knows how to eat and beat and scold his subordinates.

"Hahaha...... The butler laughed so much that his face trembled, and he threw away the chicken bones in his hand and said triumphantly: "Uncle, I used to have a stake, this is my long-cherished cheats, you have to cherish it!"

The frog looked at it, and it was obviously the most common manuscript, like a school textbook, with the fingerprint of the bearded steward's oily hand on it, and it was obvious that this was the one he used to wipe his hands......

"Okay, watch the practice yourself, I'm leaving!" Steward Hu wiped his grease mouth and swayed his fat body to continue the parade.

The little frog stared blankly at the round body and thought to himself, maybe, Hu Guan is really a master who used to be very good, maybe this fat body is just his disguise, maybe......

I only heard a sound in the distance, the sound of a big thing tripping over the roots of a tree, followed by the sound of the steward scolding his father and mother. `