Xiangraku did as he was told. He picked through the old clothes, took out the needle and thread and sewed some old holes. He also sewed the ones with crotch openings and put them all together in the basket.

The sun was setting in the west, and the sky was getting a little dark. The young man packed up his things and went into the kitchen. Their dinner was very simple. They heated up the corn tortillas that had been made long ago, and the soup was from the morning.

, The dishes were the leftovers from lunch. Although they looked unhealthy, Zongque knew that it was not easy to have food in this house where only teenagers were busy. Of course, the matter of three meals was to be solved with ease.

After the meal, the mixed wheat bran had cooled down. Xiangraku picked up the dog bowl, took the child's hand and approached the big dog that was wagging its tail crazily.

"Here, you feed him." Xiangle handed the dog bowl to Zongque.

Zongque held it with both hands and looked at the big dog that was being dragged by the chain but beating like crazy as he slowly approached.

"Woof woof..." The big dog barked twice, its tail wagging crazily.

"Dahei, be good." Xiangle grabbed the chain and motioned the child, who was very petite in front of the big dog, to come forward, "Que Bao'er, don't be afraid."

Zongque put down the dog bowl and stepped back. Xiangle carefully loosened the chain. The big dog rushed to the edge of the dog bowl with a cry and lowered his head to eat.

It ate very quickly, Xiangle touched its head, looked at the child standing aside and said, "Que Bao'er, do you want to touch it?"

Zongque shook his head. He was not very obedient yet, so he came close to him while he was eating. If he was bitten, he would really have no way to seek help.

"Then let's take our time, let's go, I'll take you to wash your hands." Xiangle didn't force it, took his little hand and left there.

After everything was packed up, the night turned dark. Zongque sat on a small bench, with the kerosene lamp next to him swaying. The young man carefully knitted the baskets and put them into a pile. He had already knitted many large and small baskets.

few.

Zongque looked at it seriously. Xiangle occasionally looked up at the child who was sitting quietly and asked, "Can Que Baoer understand?"

Zongque thought for a moment and nodded.

"Really? Then I will teach you when you grow up." Xiangle smiled as he nodded.

He didn't take the child's nod seriously, he just felt that it felt good to be accompanied by someone.

The boy's hands and feet were very fast. By the time Zongque started to feel sleepy, he had already finished several small ones.

After fetching water and washing up, the two of them lay on the bed and turned off the kerosene lamp. The room was dark for a moment, and slowly the moonlight outside illuminated the room through the curtains. Zongque had just washed his face and felt less sleepy.

The boy next to him turned over and asked softly: "Que Bao'er, are you asleep?"

"No." Zongque said.

The young man seemed a little surprised and said, "Can't you sleep?"

"Yeah." Zongque responded.

He knew the other person might want to talk.

"I can't sleep either." The boy put his head on the pillow and said, "We are going to wash clothes by the stream tomorrow. The water there is very shallow and you can touch small fish. Do you want to go?"

Zongque responded: "Yes."

"Then I'll take you there, but you can't go into the water, you know?" the young man warned. Hearing the sweet hum, he turned over and looked above his head and said, "Would Que Bao'er be afraid of sleeping in the dark?"

"Don't be afraid." Zongque turned his head and looked at the young man's silhouette and said.

He didn't know when the other person would be left alone, but when he first lost everything, he should have been scared to lie alone in such a night.

"Que Bao'er is so brave." Xiang Le said with a smile, "I saw children studying in the town, and there are also children in the village. When Que Bao'er is older, can I send you to study?"

"Spend money." Zongque said.

"I heard that you can go to school for free, you just have to buy your own books." Xiang Le asked, "Do you want to go to Que Bao'er?"

Zongque answered him: "I think."

Knowledge is very precious in this era. If you want to get out of here, you must take some paths. Although he is not a child, the process of enlightenment must take place.

"I will send you there then." The young man thought to himself, "Maybe Que Bao'er can be a high official by then, and maybe he can even be featured in the newspapers."

That summer night, this was the most beautiful dream of a young man.

He spoke in a low voice, but he didn't know when the sound disappeared, leaving only the sound of shallow breathing.

Zongque moved slightly in the quilt, turned over and looked at his silhouette.

The original world line took place in the capital, and there was not even a record of the boy in it, but he must be closely related to there. His death may also be inextricably linked to there, but because there is no trace of it, it is impossible to find where he was in the original world.

Reasons for death in the world line.

However, being able to accompany him since childhood can also prevent some hidden dangers.

…

At dawn, the two of them got up together, poured the water for washing into the vegetable field, and the young man put on the backpack with clothes and soap, took Zongque's hand and went out.

They did not go to the river, but walked along the mountain road for a while and found a gurgling stream. Some people were fetching water upstream, saying hello, and others were washing their clothes there.

Xiang Le found a seat, put down Zong Que's small bench and said, "Qu Bao'er, don't go into the water, don't run too far, just sit here when you're tired."

"Okay." Zongque sat on the bench, picked up a blade of grass next to him and twisted it in his hand.

Xiangra touched his head and squatted by the stream washing clothes.

"Your child doesn't cry or fuss," the man who was also washing clothes chatted with him.

Xiang Le liked the word "family". He rubbed his clothes and said with a smile, "Que Bao'er is very well-behaved."

"The one in my house is not good anymore. He makes noise every day and I don't dare to bring him here." The woman said.

"Que Bao'er is just too quiet. I hope he can also make a scene." Xiang Le felt like he was showing off, but he couldn't help it.

The laundry area was shaded by green trees and very cool. People came and went. The woman washing a large basin of clothes left, and the laughter of several children could be heard.

They were dressed very simply, and their skin was either tanned or soiled. As soon as they reached the stream, they jumped in and said, "I want to fish!"

"My mother said you can't go into the water."

"Anyway, my clothes will be dry when I get back, and I won't be discovered."

"You can drink fish soup if you touch a small fish."

They were laughing happily, and when they saw a boy and a boy by the stream approaching, someone timidly called out: "Brother Ugly, what are you doing?"

"I'm doing laundry." Xiangraku said.

A little boy came up from the stream, came to Zongque and looked at it: "Do you want to see my baby?"

Zongque looked at the child who was showing off. Although he was small, he was not a real child: "I don't want to."

"No, you have to look. You must have never seen it before." The little boy stretched out his hand. In his hand was a matchbox. When he opened it, there were many small silkworms eating mulberry leaves inside. "How about it? No.

Have you seen it before?"

"You're a stingy person who only lets others look at you, but doesn't let you raise him," said a little girl.

"You don't have any mulberry trees at home, so they will die for you." said the little boy.

"Que Bao'er, let's go play with them." Xiang Le said.

Zongque shook his head.

"Humph, if you don't play with us, we won't play with you." The little boy was a little angry, clutching his matchbox and said, "Let's go to my house and I'll take you to see the silkworms. But Fatty

Already."

A group of children left shouting and drinking, and the streamside became quiet again.

Xiangraku looked at the child sitting quietly and asked, "Don't you like playing with children?"

If you are so inactive, will you get bored?

Zongque shook his head. He couldn't communicate with his children as peers.

"Oh... ok." Xiangle felt a little worried for the first time.

It's so boring, what if you are squeezed out in the future?

As expected, every family has its own difficulty in reciting sutras, and there are worries about being too quiet.

A basket of clothes was washed, and one large and one small walked home holding hands. The weight of the clothes had changed. Even though Xiangraku had wringed them dry, the clothes were still dripping with water along the way, which made their return journey a little slower.

.

The sun is already high, and you won't feel it under the shade of the trees, but you will obviously feel the sun in the open fields. People who went to the fields in the morning are rushing back one after another. The leisure time is also the most lively time in the village.

"I heard that relatives from Lin Zi's family are here."

"No, I ran straight to the house."

"It seems that there is a funeral."

"We haven't found anyone yet. If we want to hold a funeral, don't we just ask people to come over and help."

When Xiangle heard those words, he held the child's hand tightly, looked at the child who raised his head, and barely suppressed his nervous breathing: "Let's go back first."

"Yeah." Zongque saw that he was nervous and clenched his fingers.

Xiangle touched his head and took the man back home.

Clothes were hung to dry on the line one by one, the smell of soap filled the small courtyard, and there was the noise of people occasionally passing by outside the door.

Xiangraku made lunch, but he was a little lost in thought while eating. Zongque bit his potatoes and knew what he was worried about, but according to the words of the villagers, his so-called uncle would most likely not come.

The young man brought his empty chopsticks to his lips. Zongque pondered for a moment, stretched out his hand and said, "Brother."

Xiangraku noticed the touch on his hand, glanced at the little hand, turned to look at the serious-looking child and stuttered: "You, what did you call me?!"

"Brother." Zongque held his hand and looked at the young man's happy face and said, "Eat."

"Okay, let's eat." Xiang Le heard clearly this time, lowered his head and rubbed the child with a smile, "Que Bao'er is so good."

His joy lasted until the afternoon, when someone knocked on the door. Xiangraku opened the door with hesitation, but it was someone who came to buy a cage.

The other party chose the size and paid. Xiang Le took the money and asked carefully: "Didn't everyone go to the West Street to help today?"

"Why are you helping me? The food has not been cooked, and the funeral hall has not been set up. I just want money." The man said, "I don't even have a coffin, so I just buried the clothes in the ground."

"Then they don't want the land?" Xiangraku asked with a frown.

"Yes, there was a big quarrel with the village chief." The man looked at Zongque who was sitting in the yard and lowered his voice and said, "The village chief said that if he wanted the land, he had to take the children back to raise them. That family didn't want to

If you are willing, all the children will be given to others and will not be counted as theirs."

"What happened next?" Xiangraku asked nervously.

"Then I gave it to them. The main reason was that the robber was making too much noise, but they were far away and couldn't plant it, so I gave it to the villagers." The man glanced at Zongque and sighed, "No.

It’s okay to follow.”

The man left with a sigh. Xiangra closed the door and sat under the eaves. He looked at the child who was looking at him quietly, touched his head and sighed.

He was a little happy that the child could stay in his home, but also a little angry. Although he was a relative, he was not even willing to come over and take a look at the child. He only wanted the few acres of land.

"Brother." Zongque looked at him and said.

"It's okay, they don't want you, I want you." Xiang Le hugged him and said.

From today on, this child is really his.

"Yeah." Zongque responded.

The original person is dead, and the heirs to those properties are indeed relatives there. He doesn't want to leave with those people. It's a good thing to be able to separate them, but if people are too unkind and only focus on money, they will always do a lot of injustice.

time.

The summer sun was very strong, and by night the clothes were completely dry. Xiangle collected some clothes and hugged a few, and asked Zongque to pick up a few more, and the two of them entered the house together.

The clothes were folded and put away one by one. That night, the boy was not busy weaving baskets. Instead, he took out an old little book from a box and said: "Que Bao'er, can my brother tell you a story?"

"Yeah." When Zongque responded, he was held in his arms and sat in his arms, silent for a moment and said, "I'll sit by myself."

"You can't see it when you're sitting here." Xiangra hugged his waist to prevent him from running away. "We can both see it when we sit here."

Que Bao'er is soft and smells like soap, making it very comfortable to hold.

Zongque struggled and couldn't, and gave in with a deep breath. Seeing him being persuaded, the young man happily opened the book of villains, pointed to the villain on the first page under the kerosene lamp and said: "This man is the village chief.

, these are his villagers, they are discussing very serious matters."

"They asked if the horses could eat the crops, and the village chief said no, and then... they were discussing it, and a group of people started to object."

Zongque looked at the text at the bottom of the little book and found that it was completely different. The young man obviously only looked at the pictures and did not know the words.

"Can you understand?" Xiangraku asked.

Zongque responded: "Yeah."

"Que Bao'er can actually understand, it's amazing!" the young man praised, "Then they said they would pay for their crops, so the village chief cut off a lock of hair. In the early days, men also wore long hair and wore skirts.

"

Zongque: "...Hmm."

"Then everyone was happy." The young man told his own story under the lamp, "This tells us that we must live in harmony with others."

Zongque raised his eyes to look at the young man with smiles in his eyes and responded softly: "Yes."

Although he has never read a book, his heart is kind and soft even if he encounters setbacks.

"Okay, let's talk about the next one." Xiang Le touched his head and said, "This is a very interesting story. This is a box of snacks, and then everyone takes turns eating them and telling about the taste they eat..."

Zongque looked at the words below. This person's ability to make up stories was also innate.

Life is very peaceful, without much fluctuation. There are not many people coming to and from the small courtyard. Most of the time, the boy is weaving baskets. Occasionally, people come, either to buy things or to exchange eggs. Until one day, the boy changes baskets.

A bowl of goat's milk, dairy products are also listed as one of Zongque's foods, and even though he cleans himself well every time, he still smells of milk inexplicably.

There were many large and small baskets accumulated. That morning when it was still dark, Zongque was put on clothes and picked up from the bed. Then he was put into the bamboo baskets that were stacked in many layers. When he poked his head out

The young man had already struggled to carry it on his back.

"Brother." Zongque looked at the rope tightly pressing on the young man's shoulders and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I have to go to town today to deliver these things." Xiangraku looked at the other two bamboo baskets, stretched out his hand to lift them up and said, "Sit in them and don't move around."

He carried it on his shoulders and carried it in his hand. Zongque frowned and said, "I won't go."

"Que Bao'er, be obedient and I'll buy you candy cakes when we get to town." Xiang Le took a deep breath and said.

The original load was not that heavy, but the child was only three years old, so he couldn't leave it at home. He had to go to town every few days, and he couldn't leave it at someone else's house all the time.

"I'll go by myself." Zongque didn't like his powerless state.

"You're walking too slowly, I'm afraid we won't be able to get back in the evening." The young man said, "Que Bao'er, be good, it's very comfortable to sit in the basket."

"I'm not going!" Zongque used the child's nonsense for the first time, "I want to stay at home!"

Some things are inevitable, but now he doesn't want to be a burden to him.

A three-year-old child really made a fuss. Xiangraku put down his backpack and looked at the child who made such a fuss for the first time and said, "It's fun to go to town."

Zongque shook his head.

"Other children are crying and shouting to go, but you are different." Xiangle tapped the tip of his nose and said, "Then I will take you to Aunt Zhang's house, and then I will give them two eggs."

"I stay at home." Zongque said.

"No, you're too young." Xiang Le frowned.

With such a little kid, accidents can easily happen in anything he does.

"Okay." Zongque knew that he couldn't bear to part with those two eggs.

In this era, eggs were more expensive than meat, and what the young man saved had to be sold to be used for living.

"Then how do you eat?" Xiangle looked at the stubborn child and felt a little headache.

Zongque looked at the bamboo basket and stretched out his arms after realizing that he couldn't get out.

Xiangle took him out, and Zongque moved the bench to the kitchen, placed the bench next to the stove, stood up firmly, pushed the lid of the pot, took out a potato from inside, and pulled it out

Cover the pot lid with a rope and lower it after adjustment.

Xiang Le looked at this scene with some worry, but when the child successfully completed it and stood in front of him with a potato, he said, "Que Bao'er, have you ever used this trick to eat something secretly?"

Zongque: "..."

"But..." Xiangra still didn't dare to leave him alone at home. He felt that the child was proving to him that he could do it, so as not to keep him carrying him. But when he took the child back, he should have shouldered the responsibility.

Things to raise him.

"Okay." Zongque looked up at him and said.

"Then don't touch things at home." Xiangraku still compromised. Instead of leaving in a hurry, he boiled hot water and put it on the small table to dry, fastening it with a small bamboo basket. The potatoes were also placed on the small table.

Stay, put away all dangerous things in the house, repeatedly warned, locked the door and left under the watch of the children.

[Still young.] 1314 said.

If this was not the host, but another three-year-old child, there would be a lot of trouble.

[It’s the same for one person raising a child.] Zongque said.

There is no one to help and you have to be busy. If you are not careful, something may go wrong. However, there are some things that cannot be helped. The young man has tried his best. Fortunately, he does not only have the mind of a three-year-old, so he can reluctantly keep him.

1314 feels different: [If it were not the host, I might wake up halfway. 】

Zongque:【……】

[That’s not right, without a host, he won’t raise other children.] 1314 tries to be rigorous, after all, the host it transforms into a cub may be in a bad mood, and it is easy to report the system.

There was one child missing from the basket, so some of the things in his hands could be put into the bamboo basket, and both sides were lighter. Xiangraku walked out of the house, looked back three times, and finally walked towards the neighbor's house with determination.

"I told you not to have a child in the first place. People will be watching you all the time." The woman listened to his request.

"Just go over and take a look every hour." Xiangraku said as he handed over two eggs.

"Okay." The woman took the egg and said, "Sometimes I'm so busy that I can't leave."

"Well, it's okay." Xiangra said, "Just make sure he's okay."

"Okay, you are really..." the woman sighed, "Don't worry, my child will be fine if he is left to play by himself every day."

Xiangraku responded and left the village against the rising sun, his pace much faster than before.

Zongque stayed at home and had breakfast. He sat on the bench and looked at the big dog basking in the sun. When the dog was wagging its tail, he picked up a small potato, pinched off a piece and said, "Sit."

Although he was a very small person, his sharp eyes still made the big dog sit down, and he was rewarded.

The sun gradually rose, and the big dog lay on the ground. Zongque touched its head, got up, washed his hands and had lunch, then sat under the shade of a tree and looked at the door.

The boy had been gone all morning, and it was probably when he was returning that day when we first met him.

There was the sound of feet stepping on the gravel outside the door, and the big dog that had been lying on its back suddenly stood up and started barking.

Zong Que looked at the door. There was a figure stopping there. He looked inside and asked, "Que Bao, have you eaten?"

"Eat." Zongque hesitated and responded.

"Then I'll go back," the woman said.

Her figure disappeared, and Zongque looked at the big dog beside him and said, "Sit."

Dahei whimpered and sat down. Zongque went over and touched its head and said, "What a good dog."

As the sun gradually set, the man came two or three more times, but he didn't ask questions like before. Instead, he took a quick look and left immediately.

Zong Que waited for a long time. At first he just rested, but later he got really bored. He simply picked up a branch and sketched it on the ground. When the big dog next to him stood up and looked at it again, he heard the voice outside the door: "Que Bao'er!"

Zongque dropped the branch and stood up and walked to the door. The door was opened from the outside. The young man wore a straw hat and carried a basket on his back as he did when he first met. He entered the house. He knelt down and touched his face happily, and breathed a sigh of relief:

"I'm back."

He walked outside for a day and thought about the various dangers at home. When he came home and saw him taking good care of himself, he felt truly at ease.

"I can." Zongque did not stop his hand from touching his cheek.

The boy was breathing heavily and his forehead was covered with sweat. It was obvious that he had been on the road.

"Well, I know, I heard that Que Bao'er has been sitting obediently waiting for me to come back today." Xiang Le took off the backpack on his shoulder and smiled, "I brought you candy cakes."

As the sun set, the young man washed away the sweat all over his body with the sun-dried water. Zongque held a reheated candy cake in his hand and sucked the sugar juice inside.

"Is it delicious?" the young man asked, sitting at the table with a wet look on his face.

Zongque handed over the candy cake, and Xiang Le smiled and said, "I've eaten them all."

Zong Que didn't put down his hand, the young man came over and took a bite and said: "It's so sweet, Que Bao'er, eat it."

Zongque retracted his hand. He actually didn't like this sweet and greasy food very much, but the boy carried it all the way back, full of his expectations. It was delicious.

Life was as usual, pieced together by small things every day. The weather gradually turned cooler. When the boy came back, he carried not only some daily necessities, but also a lot of coal. They were piled neatly on the open space in the entrance hall.

, and they also moved to another small room, because the space there was small and there was a kang.

Winter is coming, the mountains are covered with heavy snow, and the village is idle, but it is still very lively. From time to time, you can see many people chatting together, and many people have gradually become accustomed to treating Zongque as a child of the Xiangle family.

"Even though he is small, he is really well-raised."

"No, that ugly kid is very capable, but with a child, it will be difficult to get married in the future."

"That's a boy, and he can work, but that's not necessarily the case."

"Who knows."

The winter passed slowly in the family home. When the spring water began to flow, Zongque finally took off the cotton-padded jacket that could wrap him into a ball and put on a sweater. The young man personally took apart the old sweater and knitted it for him again.

sweater.

The boy's hands are very dexterous. Although the principle of knitting a sweater seems very simple, the front and back stitches, hook stitch, splicing and tightness can only depend on the feel and experience.

"It's so beautiful. I knitted it a little bigger so I can wear it next year." The boy squatted in front of him and said with a smile.

More than half a year later, Zongque moved a lot, and the boy also moved a lot. Because he had been covered up for almost a whole winter, his skin became a lot whiter, his eyebrows were slightly longer, and he looked more handsome.

"It looks good." Zongque looked at the sweater and said.

"Que Baoer likes it, how about we go out and show it to other children?" Xiangle said, touching the child's soft cheek.

One winter day, Que Baoer gained some weight and looked better.

Zongque felt that he wanted to show off, so he exhaled and said, "Okay."

As expected, that sweater attracted praise from many people, but it also attracted the envy of some children.

"Mom, I want a sweater too. Ask him to take it off and put it on for me." The monkey-like boy started cheating on the spot.

"Wang Kang, stand up!" his mother scolded.

However, he couldn't pull the child up when he became angry, which also caused Xiangle to stop showing off early. He picked up his well-behaved child and ran away, for fear of being bullied.

With the arrival of spring, people in the village are getting busy. Xiangle collected the rent for a few acres of land from himself in the new year. Although it was only 12 yuan, it was still an income, but he still needed to cultivate the remaining half acre of land.

, grow some vegetables for home consumption.

Since the work in the fields was not busy, Xiangraku made a winter basket and started delivering it to the town. He made a round trip almost every two days and brought back a lot of new things to the village.

Bamboo shoots appeared in March and April, and the young man dug up a lot of them with Zongque. Some of them were cut and pickled in jars, and some were served on the table. There was a lot of rain in spring, and some of the mushrooms he encountered occasionally also became mature.

Food on the table.

"Que Baoer is great, I found another big mushroom." Xiangle picked off a handful and put it into the basket, watching the child who continued to search in the jungle and followed him.

There are many gifts from the mountains and forests, but some people can find them and some can't. The village has little interest in these wild animals. Xiangle mainly sells them in the town. Although it is a small amount of money, it can make a lot of money.

The more you do, the better the days will get.

Time flies, and summer suddenly turns. In the hottest season, many people like to enjoy the cool air at the door. Children in the village run in small groups, holding kerosene lamps all over the mountains and plains, catching cicada monkeys and scorpions among them, and these are all edible.

Sold for money.

The children passed by the door shouting and drinking. Xiangle felt that the kerosene lamp was too hot, so he asked the child sitting next to him while enjoying the coolness in the yard: "Do you want to catch cicada monkeys?"

Zongque responded: "Yeah."

"Let's go then. The money from the sale will be Que Baoer's pocket money." Xiang Le put on the kerosene lamp, brought a glass jar, bamboo basket and bamboo tweezers and pulled his hand.

There were many people in the jungle fields on summer nights. They avoided the crowds and did not fight with them. Zongque held his hand and discerned the surrounding environment, searching the ground or digging under the moonlight.

Or pick it up, and you will always get something.

"Que Bao'er is so awesome, how do you know where they are?" Xiangle asked, looking at the cicada monkey in the bamboo basket.

He had been able to find quite a few in the past, but children were even better.

"I saw it." Zongque said expressionlessly.

1314 feels that the host is not weak at telling lies with his eyes open.

Although a cicada chrysalis can occupy a hand, it is a tricky one, and the host's experience will make him sure.

One night, some people found three or five scorpions, some found a small jar, and Xiangraku and the others found a bamboo basket with dozens of scorpions in the glass jar.

"Brother Ugly Baby, how many did you catch?" the oncoming child asked, holding up his full hand basket.

"I just caught two or three, mainly to take Que Baoer to play." Xiangle said, holding the child's hand.

"We found a lot tonight." The child looked at them and left happily.

The kerosene lamp flickered, Xiangle held the child's hand and said, "It's not that I don't tell them how powerful Que Bao'er is, but there are some things that I can't show off."

Don't show how much money you have at home, otherwise it will attract people's attention.

"Yeah." Zongque understood his intention.

"Que Bao'er is so smart, maybe he is a legendary genius." Xiang Le squeezed his little hand and said, "I will go to town tomorrow to sell this. You can wait at home for me to come back."

"Okay." Zongque responded.

Hearing this, Xiang Le stopped, rubbed his hair and said with a smile, "Why is Que Bao'er so cute?"

Zongque: "..."

This is a bad habit.

The bamboo basket of cicada monkeys and almost half of the jar of scorpions were beyond Xiang Xiang's expectation.

A small hand basket of his can be sold for two cents, a smaller scorpion can be sold for one cent, and a large one can even be sold for two cents. Everything is sold out, and only one night's harvest is sold for seven yuan.

When the money was being paid, Xiangraku even wanted to change careers.

"You collected so much?" the person responsible for collecting this asked.

"Well, our place is far away from here, so I brought him here." Xiangra said.

"I'm pretty good at doing business. Come back next time," the man said.

"Why are you collecting this?" Xiangraku asked, looking at the bags and jars of stuff.

"Some people like to eat this, and some people use it to treat illnesses. Anyway, this thing is very popular. I will charge you as much as you want," the man said.

"Okay, I'll leave first." Xiangle said.

After delivering his bamboo basket to the store and paying for the goods, Xiangraku bought all the things the villagers wanted and left the town.

Their village is separated from here by a big river, and the waterway on that river is not easy to navigate. Each boat ride costs 10 cents, and a round trip is 20 cents, which is enough for his ten small hand baskets.

He didn't want to give it up, and every time he walked around the dam, the people in the village didn't want to give it up either, so every time he brought something back he would sell it for one cent more, and no one would say anything.

Xiangle made a round trip, and Zongque not only received two candies, but also received his first huge sum of money in this world.

"This is the money from the monkeys and scorpions we caught and sold last night." Xiangle looked at the child and smiled and said, "You have to keep it yourself and don't tell others."

"Yeah." Zongque replied looking at the money in his hand.

Money in this era is very valuable. One cent can buy a candy cake, and a dime can buy a pound of meat. A household worth ten thousand yuan is truly rich.

"Are you still going to catch me tonight?" Xiangraku asked.

This thing is quite valuable.

"Yeah." Zongque responded.

1314 That moment was a moment of silence for the cicada chrysalis, because it was valuable and easy for the four-year-old host.

But that night, Xiangraku felt as if he had poked cicada pupae or scorpion nests. They were not found, but picked up in piles. The child, who always had an expressionless face, used bamboo tweezers to pick up the scorpions.

Clip an accurate one.

The small bamboo basket was full, and the glass jar was also full. Xiangraku went back and forth to the town again, and this time he sold for an astonishing twelve yuan.

When Xiangle handed the money to the child this time, he felt as if he was holding the hand of the God of Wealth, but this was a little God of Wealth: "Que Bao'er, you must never tell others, you know?"

"Brother, take it." Zongque declined the money this time.

"Okay, I'll keep it for you first." Xiang Le said with a smile, "You can use it in the future when you study and marry a wife."

Zongque was noncommittal.

And that summer, Xiangraku traveled back and forth between the small town and the mountain village for almost two or three days. The cicada pupae were treated with salt water and sedated with well water, so that they could be kept for a few more days. That is, that summer, Xiangraku's hand

The money he made increased exponentially, until it accumulated to several hundred yuan, when Zongque couldn't get rid of it anymore.

"Don't want to look for it anymore?" Xiangraku asked.

"Yeah." Zongque responded.

It's not that he doesn't want to look for it anymore, it's that the land is almost empty.

"If you don't want to look for it, stop looking." Xiang Le sat on the recliner and looked at the starry sky and said, "Que Bao'er has been working hard for a long time."

Don't be too greedy as a person, as being too greedy can easily lead to disaster.

Summer passed with the sound of cicadas chirping, and when winter was approaching, Xiangle once again carried back a lot of coal, and this time he also brought back a rare thing - snake oil ointment.

The colorful iron shells contain fragrant pastes, and some are just wrapped in plastic, becoming best-sellers in the village.

The climate in winter is dry and cold, and fingers and faces are prone to chapped, but a box can be used for a long time, and parents are willing to buy some for their children.

Zong Que was wrapped into a ball again, and after washing his face with hot water every morning, the boy would smear it on his hands and face, and rub it gently: "Que Bao'er's face was all chapped last winter, this year

You need to oil it well, you know?”

"Yeah." Zongque responded, "Brother, you can wipe it too."

Having chapped cheeks is really uncomfortable.

"Okay." Xiangraku finished wiping his, and then wiped some on his own face, then rubbed the soft and fragrant baby's face, and they stayed by the stove to warm themselves up.

In previous years, there were only potatoes, but this year Xiangraku brought back sweet potatoes, and sweet potato soup has become the most anticipated food in winter.

"I asked at the primary school in town, Que Bao'er, you can go to school next summer." Xiang Le smiled and said, "Aren't you looking forward to it?"

"Yeah." Zongque responded.

"Que Bao'er, you really don't talk much, it doesn't matter if you say a few more words." Xiang Le's hands were warm, so she touched his little face, and looked at the straight little face turning red, and said with a smile, "Speak.

If you have so little, will you stop talking in the future?"

"No." Zongque turned a blind eye to his behavior of touching his face and head.

"Que Bao'er's serious look is so cute." Xiang Le thought, "By the way, let me make you a small schoolbag, um... do you want to buy it or make it?"

"I did it." Zongque said.

"Okay, then I'll make one for you." Xiangle did as he said, and found the leftover cloth from the cupboard to make cotton-padded clothes for Zongque. It was indigo blue and very stain-resistant.

He is very skillful with his hands, sewing clothes is no problem, and he is also very skilled in making schoolbags. He cuts the pieces of cloth and sews them bit by bit. He sews repeatedly many times, then makes an inner bag inside, and measures the length to make a strap.

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Everything is excellent, but he is not very good at embroidering calligraphy. The characters sewn with thread are crooked and have the same meaning and appearance as the characters on Zongque's clothes.

"Does Que Baoer know this word?" Xiangle asked, looking at the child who was looking at the word carefully.

Zongque denied: "I don't know him."

"The word "le" is my name." Xiang Le said.

"Happy." Zongque thought.

"Well, embroider my name so that others will know that you are from our family." Xiangle said.

The reason why he embroidered this character is definitely not because he doesn’t know the character Que.

The small schoolbag was sewn, very strong and spacious, and hung behind the door, looking forward to the coming year.

As winter turns to spring and everything revives, Zongque's clothes become much smaller in the new year. The sweater that was originally said to last another year was torn apart by Sagara because it was too small.

"Que Bao'er, you grow up so fast." Xiang Le looked at the clothes and realized that the child had grown a lot.

Compared with the lines drawn on the wall, Zongque's size did indeed move very quickly.

"I won't be able to hold you if you continue to grow." Xiangra weighed him, feeling as if a child was growing up too fast, "But that's okay, you won't be easily bullied when you go to school."

"No." Zongque said.

"Who says it won't happen? If you don't like to talk, you must tell me if you are bullied, okay?" Xiang Le warned.

"Yeah." Zongque responded.
Chapter completed!