Cheng Qianxu was ten years old, and he was too tall to keep up with the years.
As the sun approached, he carried the firewood from the gate of the courtyard into the main room. The whole bundle of firewood could not be held, so he had to run back and forth twice, and then he wiped off the hot sweat and buried himself in the fire to cook with peace of mind.
There are guests at home these few days, his father is busy with the guests, washing dishes, cooking, burning fire, chopping wood, etc., all the tasks fall on Cheng Qian's head, turning him into a short-legged spinning top, and he can blow up for a while anytime, anywhere. wind of.
Because he was too short, although Cheng Qian was able to get the pot stand, it was still a little inconvenient to operate the cauldron, so he found a small stool in the corner of the main room to step on.
The four legs of the small stool are different in length, and the inside and outside are in and out. Cheng Qian has learned to step on the stool to cook since he was six years old. The footsteps of Qi coexist peacefully and maintain a precarious balance.
One day, when he was on the stool adding water to the cauldron, the eldest brother came back.
The eldest brother of the Cheng family is already fifteen years old, and he is a big boy. He smelled of sweat and silently walked into the main room, glanced around, and then lifted the younger brother off the stool with one hand. He pushed lightly on his back, and said in a muffled voice, "I'll come, you can play."
Of course, Cheng Qian wouldn't go out to play without heart. He called out his big brother obediently, and then squatted to the side silently, pulling up the bellows.
Cheng Dalang glanced down at him and said nothing, but his eyes were a little complicated.
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The Cheng family had three sons, Cheng Qianxing Er, and until the night before the guest arrived, Cheng Qian was still called "Cheng Erlang".
Dalang knew that the word "Erlang" might have come to an end now, and this simple nickname, together with his second brother, was about to change his face and travel to another country.
The guest who came here in the morning was a Taoist priest with an ominous surname, and he boasted that he called himself "Real Man Mu Chun". He had a goatee, half-opened and half-closed his triangular eyes, and a pair of slender feet were exposed under his fluttering robe.
Zhen Zhen passed by this place during his travels and came to ask for a bowl of water to drink, but he did not expect to meet Cheng Erlang.
Cheng Erlang had just come back from outside at that time—there was an old boy at the entrance of the village who had failed for a long time. He accepted students to teach and read. The knowledge of the old boy was very sparse. If they don’t, they are only willing to accept real money, Brother Kong Fang, and the amount is not accurate—every time he spends money, he reaches out to the students to ask for it.
As a human being, he is really not worthy of preaching and teaching the books of sages and sages, but there is no way, it is not easy for children in the countryside to study, and there is no second teacher who can teach books in a radius of dozens of miles.
With the Cheng family's family background, there is definitely no spare money for the sons to read, but those arrogant and arrogant people also seem to have some kind of strange attraction to Cheng Erlang. .
Lao Tongsheng realizes that every spit star is the product of painstaking efforts, and he refuses to let people listen to it for nothing.
Cheng Erlang had no choice but to turn into a monkey and hide in the big locust tree at the entrance of Lao Tongsheng's courtyard. Every time he eavesdropped, he could hear the hot sweat on his forehead "self-cultivation and family-level peace".
Last night, Cheng Erlang was sweating like this, and was driven by his father to bring a bowl of water to the guest, but the strange guest didn't pick it up. Using some bizarre exercises, he just gently lifted Erlang's face, and looked at the child who tried his best to imitate the "scholar's sourness".
I don't know what the real person saw from this look, anyway, after looking at it, he nodded and said to the Cheng family seriously: "I think this son is very talented, and he may be able to rise to the sky in the future, maybe There is great fortune, and it is not what is in the pool."
When the real person said this, Dalang was also present. Dalang followed the apprentice of the shopkeeper outside. He met some people who traveled from south to north. He felt that he was a little knowledgeable. bad thing.
Dalang just wanted to scornfully refute this liar, but before he could speak, he found that his father had actually listened to this nonsense, and suddenly understood what he was in a panic.
The Cheng family is not rich. His mother gave birth to a younger brother a year ago. The younger brother had a difficult birth, so that his mother was too weak to get out of bed after giving birth. In this way, the family lacked a strong worker who could work, and there was an extra one. The medicine jars that take medicine all day are not rich, and they are even more stretched for a while.
The year is not good this year. There has not been a drop of rain for a few months. Seeing that it is a wasteland with no harvest, the three brothers may not be able to support them.
Dalang knows what his parents think. He has been an apprentice for a year and a half, and after another year and a half, he will be able to see the money back at home, which is the hope of the Cheng family in the future. Naturally, the parents couldn’t give up, so there was only one middle Erlang left, which was completely redundant, and it was useless to keep it.
If he succeeded in repairing, it was the grass growing on the tomb of the old Cheng family that bumped into the great luck. If he failed to repair it, it was nothing. Let him go with others, whether it is to go to the rivers and lakes, or swindle and deceive.
The real Mu Chun and the short-sighted head of the Cheng family went back and forth, and they quickly negotiated the "purchase". The real person left a piece of silver, and they handed over the money and the people. Cheng Erlang changed his name to Cheng Qian. This afternoon, he will cut off the ties and set off on the road with his master.
Dalang is a few years younger than his second brother, and he usually has nothing to say when they are together. They are not very close, but the second brother has been sensible since he was a child. He never cried or made trouble, and he never caused trouble. Let the younger brother and the sick mother, only to take the lead in work, and never complain.
Dalang didn't say anything, but he felt sorry for his younger brother in his heart.
But is there any way? The family is poor and can't afford to support him. Before the time when his Cheng family's father was established, he said nothing about big things and small things.
No matter what, it's still flesh and blood, can you sell it if you want to sell it
The more Da Lang thought about it, the more unpleasant he felt. He wanted to use a big iron spoon to slap a hole in the forehead of the old liar. Wouldn't it be more able to make money
Cheng Qian was not completely ignorant about his parents' plans and his elder brother's frustration.
He wasn't precocious, and he couldn't compare to those children who wrote poems at the age of seven and worshipped thirteen ministers.
Dad wakes up early in the morning and sleeps in the dark, the eldest brother wears the stars and wears the moon, and the mother sees the eldest brother and the younger brother, and she can’t let him go. Therefore, in Cheng’s house, although no one beats him and scolds him, no one takes him seriously. He is also naturally sensible, and tries not to be loud and disgusting. The most outrageous thing he has ever done in his life is to climb the tree of the old boy and listen to the book of sages and sages.
He is conscientious and industrious, thinking of himself as a trooper, a small long-term worker, a small servant - just not a son.
Cheng Qian didn't know what it was like to be a son.
Children should be more talkative and jump up and down, but since Cheng Qian is not a son, he naturally does not have the privilege of being talkative and naughty. There are many pitted hearts poked out of the small chest.
Cheng Qian, who had the rain in his chest and hit the beach, knew that his parents sold him, but he felt a little strangely calm in his heart, as if he had expected such a day.
Before leaving, Cheng Qian's sick and young lady got out of bed for the first time, called him to the side tremblingly, and stuffed him a small package with red eyes, which contained a few changes of clothes and a dough cake. The clothes don't need to be said , still his eldest brother couldn't change it, and the cake was made by his father in the morning and evening.
After all, it was the flesh that fell from his body. His mother looked at him and couldn't help but put her hand into her cuff and took it out. Cheng Qian saw that she was trembling and took out a hanging copper coin. The pitted and dark copper coin suddenly Gently moved Cheng Qian's indifferent heartstrings, he was like a frozen little beast, wiggling the tip of his nose in the ice and snow, smelling a bit of motherhood.
But the hanging money was also seen by his father, the man coughed heavily beside him, and his mother had no choice but to put the hanging money back with tears in her eyes.
So mother's smell was like a mirror and water moon, flickering, and without Rong Chengqian smelling it, it disappeared again.
"Come on Erlang," his unpleasant mother took Cheng Qian's hand and led him to the back room. After walking two steps, he gasped for breath.
Tiredly, she found a wide bench and sat down, pointed to the small oil lamp hanging from the roof, and asked weakly, "Erlang, do you know what that is?"
Cheng Qian looked up indifferently and said, "The Immortal Ever Bright Lamp."
This small lamp, which is not amazing, is the heirloom of their old Cheng family. According to legend, it is the dowry of Grandma Cheng Qian. The lamp is the size of a palm. It can light up on its own, illuminating the square for a long time.
I can't figure it out if I don't go through the process, what use is this shit hanging here other than attracting bugs in summer
However, since it is a fairy, it doesn't have to have any practical use. As long as it can be used as a guest when the neighbors are visiting from time to time, it is a treasure that can be passed down from generation to generation to rural villagers.
The so-called "fairy utensils" are things that "immortals" engraved with spells, and ordinary people can't imitate them. There are many kinds of fairy utensils, and their uses are even more varied. There are lamps that do not need to be refueled, paper that is not afraid of fire, warm in winter and cool in summer. Beds, etc., and so on.
In the past, a storyteller who ran rivers and lakes came to the entrance of the village. He said that in the prosperous big city, there were houses built with "immortal bricks". The sun was like a glazed roof, and it was as brilliant as a palace. The spells written by the immortals can avoid all kinds of poisons and cure all kinds of diseases. A broken bowl costs four taels of gold, but it is still highly sought after.
"Xianren", also known as "persons of self-cultivation", also known as "daoists" or "real people" - the former is usually self-proclaimed, which can sound a little modest.
It is said that they start by introducing qi into the body and communicating with heaven and earth. No matter how deep their cultivation is, they can still not eat grains, go up to heaven and enter the earth, and even have immortality and transcend tribulation to become immortals. Legends are widely circulated, but there are several true immortals. No one has seen the nose and eyes, just listening to it.
The immortals are uncertain, and the good immortals are even more rare, and the dignitaries are flocking to them.
The lady of the Cheng family bent down, looked at Cheng Qian earnestly, and asked in a warm voice, almost flattering: "Wait, when Erlang returns from his studies, I can also make an ever-bright lamp for my mother?"
Cheng Qian didn't answer, just raised his eyelids and glanced at her, thinking coldly in his heart: "I think beautifully, you sent me out today, and I don't care whether I succeed in my studies or not, whether I am dead or alive, whether I am a pig or a dog, I will I'll never come back to see you again."
The wife of the Cheng family was stunned for a moment, and she found that the child was not like his parents, but a little bit like her family's eldest brother.
Her eldest brother is the little piece of green smoke that came out of her family's ancestral grave. He didn't look like a farmer since he was a child. Xiucai, everyone said that her family has fallen into a Wenqu star.
However, Wen Quxing probably didn't want to stay in the world for a long time, and before he had time to be admitted to Juren, he died of illness.
When the eldest brother died, the wife of the Cheng family was still young, and some of his impressions were blurred. Now, when he suddenly recalled, it was the same when that person was alive. No matter whether he was happy or full of anger, he just took such an understatement, and he couldn't hold back. Vibrant, but also frightening, no matter how close you are.
The wife of the Cheng family involuntarily released the hand that was holding Cheng Qian, and at the same time, Cheng Qian took a half step back without a trace.
In this way, docilely and without saying a word, he stopped the life and death of the mother and son abruptly.
Cheng Qian thought that what he did was not out of resentment, and resentment was unreasonable—his parents had the grace of life and upbringing for him, even if their kindness was half-way through, and half of the upbringing stopped him, then at best it was Compromise.
He looked down at his toes, and said to himself in his heart, it's nothing if his parents don't see him, and it's nothing to sell him to a Taoist priest with triangular eyes.
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