The red sun rises, dispelling the darkness and bringing warmth to the cool morning, the rooster crows, and every family gets up from the warm bed, fetches water, washes their faces, cooks, and men chop wood in the yard or get up to feed the livestock.

As usual, the Yang family began a busy day, and only the young Yang Song was still lying on the kang and planning to sleep for a while.

After Yang Qing got up, he didn't bother to wash his little face, and anxiously ran to ask his father Yang Dazhi, who was looking forward to getting the result at this time after a long night.

"Dad, what did you discuss with my mother last night, do you want me to go" Yang Qing asked cautiously, seeing that his father Yang Dazhi was as usual, for fear that he would forget about this matter.

"Your mother is afraid that you will go to the town and make some mistakes, so I think you should be honest and farm at home, our family has little land, and we can't starve you to death" Yang Dazhi sighed, his voice low. Yesterday I discussed for half a night, but I couldn't make up my mind, I wasn't a decisive person, this matter is a big deal for this family, and it is even more gentle to deal with.

"What, Dad, I discussed it for half a night yesterday, but it still didn't let me go" Yang Qing was stunned for a moment, and then said with an excited expression. After hearing Yang Dazhi's words, his nervous mood suddenly turned into a deep sense of loss.

Yang Qing's slightly dark little face wrinkled, begging "Dad, I beg you, you can discuss it with your mother again, just let me go, please Dad" For some reason, he didn't know whether he should go out of the village and go to the town, but at this moment he suddenly became determined, he wanted to go, he must go!

A fourteen-year-old boy with childish impulses and rebellion. It's like the angular stones, which can only be slowly worn off in bumps.

"Hey, hey!" Yang Dazhi looked at his son, who was already as tall as the corner of his mouth, with slightly blackened skin and messy hair, but there was firmness in his eyes, and he sighed deeply, as if there was a thousand catties of boulder on his body, and he couldn't breathe.

Yang Dazhi knew that his son had been a little stubborn since he was a child, but he was well-behaved and sensible, and he had never caused trouble in the village, but now it is abnormal.

"Dad, even if you and my mother don't let me go, I'll steal it myself, isn't it just dozens of miles, I crawled and crawled" Yang Qing said angrily. Hearing two heavy sighs, my heart was sour. He knew that his father was a simple countryman and had no ability, and he shouldn't have forced him like this. But he didn't want to be like this all his life, leading the old ox to plough those few acres of thin fields.

"Dad, my son is not filial, when my son has a chance, I will definitely double my filial piety to you" Yang Qing thought firmly in his heart, just overhead, his eyes looking straight and not admitting defeat.

"Little rabbit cub, it's against you, if you dare to sneak away, see if I don't discount your dog's legs" Yang Dazhi was shocked when he heard Yang Qing's words, and then he was angry and rolled a kick towards Yang Qing's ass.

Yang Qing was kicked, covered his ass with his hands, lowered his head and did not speak, tears were 'crackling' and falling down, not that his buttocks hurt, but that he felt panicked.

"Okay, it's a big guy who still sheds tears, it's not a shame, I'll think about it again, little rabbit cub" Yang Dazhi said helplessly, no longer bothered Yang Qing, and got busy in the yard.

The morning, which should have been full of vitality, was very dull at the moment, the smoke of the cooking rose, and breakfast was soon ready, and the gruel and a plate of pickles were added to the leftover cakes from yesterday. Yang Song sat listlessly at the table with his eyes open at this time.

Before the Yang family could eat, Yang Dazhi spoke.

"I decided to let Yang Qing go to the town to do some work, or learn some crafts," Yang Dazhi sat down on the slightly damaged wooden bench and put on a posture of a word.

Yang Qing had a sullen face, looking at the hot meal without appetite, his eyes were still slightly red, but his face was full of excitement by this unexpected surprise. Six-year-old Yang Song was puzzled and puzzled. He Xiu just picked up the dishes and chopsticks, and after listening to Yang Dazhi's words, he put the dishes and chopsticks on the table with a 'snap'.

"Hey, I said Dazhi, haven't we discussed it yet, why are you making your own decisions" He Xiu said with a complaining feeling in confusion, not understanding why Yang Dazhi suddenly made the decision, and said with some anxiety, "The child is still too young, it's not too late to go out when he is older, and then talk about it......"

"It's fourteen years old, I'm sixteen and you are married, this matter is still settled as soon as possible, I think this kid's heart is not on the liver now" Before He Xiu finished speaking, Yang Dazhi resolutely interrupted her.

"What can that kid do, it's so big" He Xiu frowned, still persuading, and the mother was worried.

"After eating in a while, go to Lao Li's house to have a look, Hongwei should be able to know some people in the town, let's... Let's go ask someone for help later" Yang Dazhi's face was unnatural, he had never asked anyone before, and there was no way for his son.

"Although it's a village, you can't go empty-handed when you ask for people," He Xiu said worriedly, but he thought in his heart, "Go out, go out, it's not a fatal thing to be a soldier and fight, just go out for dozens of miles, if you can't do it, come back, go out and touch a nose of ash, and come back to be sure"

After He Xiu made a decision with his own man, he also figured things out, and felt that the matter was not as serious as he thought, so he stopped persuading.

"Catch an old hen for a while, don't we still have a small basket of eggs at home, bring them all" Yang Dazhi said casually, already thinking about it in advance.

"We only have these two chickens, and we still keep them to lay eggs, hey, let's take it, I hope this can help my son get a better job" He Xiu said with determination, the woman was careful, but she also knew that this was not the time to be stingy, and these eggs were originally reserved for her two sons to make up for their bodies.

Yang Qing saw that his parents had agreed, but Li Hongwei could help, he was very happy, and his face was full of smiles. But he also knew that there was really nothing left at home to give as gifts, only hens and eggs. The egg has never been willing to eat, but at this time it has to be given away for him, which makes the joy in my heart fade a lot.

"I must work hard, and when I have a chance, I stew chicken for my father and brother every day, definitely!" Yang Qing thought firmly.

Yang Song shook his head from side to side, listening as if he understood or not, and he couldn't interject if he wanted to, so he could only do it in a hurry.

"It's settled, eat, eat, it's cold!"

......

After breakfast, a family of four went to Li Hongwei's house with an old hen and a small basket of eggs. I didn't plan to take Yang Song there, but Yang Song was rolling on the ground crying and making trouble, and the three of them had no choice but to take it.

The village is not big, and the families are close to each other, so it didn't take much effort to get to Li Hongwei's house, the same three small earthen houses, low fences, and low wooden doors.

"Is Brother Li at home" He Xiu stood on tiptoe and shouted clearly by the wooden door, Li Hongwei's father was about ten years older than Yang Dazhi, and he was of the same generation.

"At home, it's Xiu'er, what's the matter, it's so uniform" Li Hongwei's mother greeted warmly, was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, and had just finished eating.

"It's not because of Yang Qing's child" He Xiu was helpless, and the family of four followed Li Hongwei's mother into the back room.

"Uncle, aunt is here" Li Hongwei, who was wearing a gray collared robe, was chatting with his father, and saw Yang Dazhi and others enter the house and stood up and greeted him familiarly.

They all greeted each other, nothing more than "Have you eaten?" and "What have you eaten?" Yang Qing Yang Song, as a junior, said hello to Li Hongwei's father and mother with a well-behaved expression.

Yang Dazhi and his wife smiled and found a stool to sit down, the room was not big, and there were no extra stools, Yang Qing and Yang Song were standing beside them.

Yang Qing used to play with Li Hongwei and had a good relationship, but in the past few years, Li Hongwei has been a soldier in the town, which is different from before, and he is not as familiar as before in a few years.

"Hongwei has been doing well in the town recently" Yang Dazhi laughed dryly, and for the first time he begged someone to do something, he didn't know how to speak.

"That's it, uncle's land is all ploughed and waiting to be planted, if you want to say who is the most diligent in our village, it has to be you, uncle, every year your family has the best harvest in the whole village" Li Hongwei is in his twenties, medium stature, fair skin, quite handsome, wearing a clean robe, and his speech and demeanor are not at all like growing up in this poor country.

He Xiu and Li Hongwei and his mother's east and west families tugged at each other, praising Li Hongwei like and that from time to time, Li Hongwei and his mother's mouth couldn't close together. Yang Song squatted listlessly in the place and teased an old hen with her wings, Yang Qing stood aside and laughed silly.

"It's coming, it's coming" Yang Dazhi didn't know how to speak for a while, his eyes looked to the side, and poked his rough hands.

"Hey, Yang Qing, this kid, I also want to go to the town to see the world, eldest nephew, you know a lot of people in the town, see if you can help find some livelihood, it's best to learn some crafts, uncle, I have no choice but to let go of this old face" Yang Dazhi said in one breath, and then his old face couldn't help but blush.

"Hongwei, take a look and see if you can get a job for Yang Xiao, your uncle finally opened his mouth once, and he has to understand everything" Li Hongwei's father said urgingly with a suddenly realized expression.

"Uncle, there is actually nothing good in the town, and there is no good job in our countryside, so it's not easy to do something" Li Hongwei sighed with emotion.

"Brother Hongwei, you can help me" Yang Qing couldn't hold his breath, and his face was anxious.

At this time, He Xiu and Yang Dazhi also spoke, and their tones were a little low.

"Uncle, don't worry, let me think about it" Li Hongwei pinched his brows, lowered his head and thought about it, "There is an iron shop in the town, and the weapons of our soldiers are all made by that iron shop, and the blacksmith is very good and is very famous in the town."

"He should need a junior apprentice in this blacksmith shop, that is, he usually helps with chores, Yang Qing can learn some skills by working hard for a few years, and then he can make a farm tool or something, I will tell the blacksmith that there should be no problem" Li Hongwei paused and then said, "He can provide you with food and shelter, but he has no wages"

"It's good to learn to strike iron, it's good to learn the craft without spending money, what kind of salary do you need?" Yang Dazhi said with satisfaction, and a stone fell in his heart.

Yang Dazhi didn't actually hope that Yang Qing could really learn any craft, he could learn the best, even if he couldn't learn it, Yang Qing should be dead hearted, and he worked at home.

Yang Qing was both excited and excited when he heard that he could learn to strike iron.

Subsequently, Li Hongwei helped him plan the future path with great insight, which made the Yang family and his wife feel a lot more relieved.

The Yang family is very grateful, and they have a basket of good words.

Li Hongwei will return to the town tomorrow, and after a discussion, he will not wait to finish the farm work, and Yang Qing will go to the town with Li Hongwei.

After the two families pushed and shoved a few times, the Li family left the hen and eggs, and Yang Dazhi left with the whole family.

This matter is solved, Yang Dazhi and He Xiu are satisfied, they have learned to have the craft of striking iron, even if they can't learn, there is no big loss, Yang Qing is only fourteen years old this year, and if he wastes a few years, he should all go to see the world, and he can also meet his son's wish.