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Chapter 356 356: Selling Charcoal "Wonderland" [Seeking Double Monthly Pass]

There are still three days until the autumnal equinox.

Heyin boundary monument.

Official road, tea shop.

"Shopkeeper, please have a big bowl of tea."

"Just come!"

"Shopkeeper, another stack of beans."

"okay!
"Shopkeeper, do you have soup cakes?"

"Yes, sir, wait a moment."

This simple tea shop was built not far from the official road.

Merchants passing by the boundary markers will rest here to replenish their strength or dry food. At a glance, there are NO.20 people.

The shopkeeper of the tea shop was busy walking around outside with two helpers, his feet didn't touch the ground, and his voice was hoarse.

It took me a while to catch my breath.

Just as he was about to wipe off his sweat and beat his legs, he caught a glimpse of a middle-aged man leading a mule coming from the direction of the official road. His clothes were all patched up. The shopkeeper wanted to be lazy and take a rest, so he called his helpers to serve him.

The helper warmly greeted him: "What would you like to order?"

It was only when he got closer that he could clearly see the middle-aged man's appearance.

He looked honest and honest, with black and gray hair wrapped in black coarse cloth.His complexion is dark, and the skin on his face still has marks of sunburn in midsummer, which can be seen from the sun all year round.The hands are rough, the knuckles are rough and swollen, and there is mud hidden under the nails that have not been carefully trimmed.When you smell it closely, you can smell a little sweaty smell, and the accent doesn't sound like a local.

The middle-aged man rubbed his hands in embarrassment.

With his head down, his voice was very hoarse after he hadn't been in the water for a long time, and he lowered his voice timidly, so the helper almost didn't hear what he said: "I just want to ask for some water..."

He can't afford tea.

He was not familiar with the place where he was born, and he didn't know where there was a stream nearby.

When he saw the tea shop, he wanted to have the cheek to beg for a sip of water, but he was overwhelmed by the warm welcome from the labor union.He was ready to say this, causing the helper to stare blankly and meanly ridicule, but the helper just smiled: "Yes, yes, yes!"

Turning around, a bowl of warm boiled water was brought from the tea shop, and the pottery bowl didn't even have a gap.

"Here...Xiao Lang just give me a sip of cold water..."

It was still warm.

The helper handed it over and said with a smile: "We don't allow cold water to be sold here, and you will be fined if you catch it. It has to be boiled."

The middle-aged man was flattered.

Dang wiped and wiped his muddy hands on the hem of his clothes, and held the helper's clay bowl with both hands.As soon as the warm boiled water at a moderate temperature touched his dry and cracked lips, he couldn't wait to open his mouth and swallowed.The water rolled down the mouth and into the throat, as if the land that had been dry for a long time without any rain was finally moistened. He breathed a long sigh of relief after drinking, but still felt that it was not enough.

I smacked my lips in my heart and felt embarrassed to ask again.

The helper is busy at the tea shop, why haven't you seen all kinds of people?He had already developed a good ability to observe words and expressions, and said, "I'm not busy right now, so I'll add another bowl for you. Do you have any water for your mule? Why don't you take it to the back and feed it?"

The middle-aged man thanked him again and again.

The mule was so hungry that it was almost skinny, its ribs were visible, and it looked like an old mule.

The mule is thin and old, but still able to work.The bag was stuffed to the brim, and Lao Gao's bamboo box was carried on his back.

I don't even know what's inside.

Out of curiosity, I asked a question.

The middle-aged man did not hide either.

"I have saved a little charcoal and straw sandals at home. I heard that someone collects them here. If we sell them together, we can pay more..."

It is said that the money is more, and it is only four or five cents more expensive.

However, he walked for two days and two nights on foot for the four or five renminbi, and he had to be careful to meet bandits on the way.Worried about meeting jackals, tigers and leopards when sleeping in the wild at night, no matter how sleepy or tired I dare not close my eyes and stop, I can only find a secluded place to squat for a while during the day, and tie the old mule with me with straw ropes, worrying Someone stole both the mule and the charcoal.

Of course, it is not safe no matter whether it is night or daytime. If you can sleep as much as possible, you will be haggard and in a trance after two days.

Only then did the helper notice that the straw sandals on the man's feet were nearly worn out, the toes were exposed, the dark red blood mixed with the mud had dried up, and there were a dozen or so pairs of new-made sandals on the side of the mule's bag.In addition to sighing, I can't help but sympathize.

Feed the mule a small handful of bean dregs.

The middle-aged man looked at it, his eyes were slightly red.

Cloudy tears were about to roll down, and I kept thanking him.The helper sent the middle-aged man to the road and kindly showed him the way.Going down this road, it will take less than a quarter of an hour, and the road will be easy to walk.

His feet can also suffer less.

The middle-aged man didn't think much about it either.

Reluctantly said goodbye to the helper.

There is also a big cake in his arms from the helper.

The shopkeeper had already seen this in his eyes, smiled and said: "The water doesn't count, and the rest will be deducted from your wages..."

The helper said, "Naturally."

In fact, he has lived a good life for only a few months.

Seeing the middle-aged man like this, he felt the same way, and couldn't help but want to help.The helper was originally a refugee who had nowhere to go and came to Heyin in exile.I thought this place would become his burial place, but he was rescued by the kind shopkeeper.

Every day, I help out at the tea shop.

Take care of food and shelter, and return the money.

The helper didn't dare to ask for it at first. How could he be paid so much for the little work he did?But after listening to the shopkeeper, I realized that this is not too much.If you go to the clinic to find a job, the treatment will be good.Put it here in the tea shop, at best, you will not die of starvation.

Because the whole family of the helper died and he was the only one left, and after a few months, he had saved up a sum of savings—it was said that the savings were only thirty or forty dollars, and a dozen cake sticks—it doesn’t matter if the shopkeeper deducts his wages, since he takes care of food anyway. Live, the helper doesn't care much.

The shopkeeper smiled and shook his head.

The settlement wages were not deducted on this day.

Inside and outside the tea shop, passers-by were talking in low voices, sometimes laughing and joking could be heard, and the air was filled with joy.At the same time, the middle-aged man walked through a bumpy, rough and muddy road, and then froze.

without him—

The road ahead is too wide and flat.

He almost thought he was hallucinating.

He dared not step on it.

Look left, look right, and finally, under the gentle arch of the old mule, he secretly took a step like a guilty conscience.This road extends to the end of the line of sight, and can accommodate three chariots driving side by side!It is completely opposite to the previous dog gnawing.

The road is easy to go, and the pace is fast.

After walking for half an hour, I saw a neat field.

The middle-aged man stared blankly again.

Looking around, the corn in the field is almost turning into golden waves. Each plant is covered with heavy and plump fruits, and each plant is forced to bend over. When the wind blows, it seems that it can fall to the ground at any time.He is also a good farmer, and his family has two acres of Susukida, but after a year of farming, he can only feed his family in good times...

These, these are things he has never seen in his dreams.

I heard some old people in the village say it.

If there is fertile land, in a good year with good weather, maybe the yield per mu can be compared with the current one.

"What are you looking at, what are you looking at?"

Perhaps it was because he had been standing there for too long, and his look of looking around as if he had never seen the world was too suspicious. The tenant farmers working in the field suddenly rang the alarm, pointed at him with a pole and hatchet, and yelled loudly.He was misunderstood by the common people as a thief...

The middle-aged man can only explain clearly when he talks badly.

Only then did the tenant farmers ease their expressions.

The middle-aged man said a few auspicious words to celebrate the harvest, which made people feel very comfortable, and he was also pleasing to the eye, and some people were even willing to give him a pair of half-worn straw sandals.

The middle-aged man was a little confused.

He had heard of the place He Yin.

In addition to being poor is poor, poor mountains and rivers.

It is said that no matter how good the grain is, the production will be reduced here.

Refugees should avoid this place when fleeing, lest they will not be able to get food and be caught and eaten by local troublemakers.

Looking at it now, this is not the case.

I don't understand why there is such a big gap between rumors and reality!

When everyone chatted, the middle-aged man had the cheek to ask for the secret of farming, and one of them waved his hand.

"How can there be such a thing?"

"It's all under the protection of Lord Shen!"

"These things here are nothing, you go to Fu Gu's side to see what is called 'bundle harvest', alas, very greedy."

"Fugu's field is called fat..."

"That's right, can you not get fat with Shen Jun's immortal energy?"

Everyone, you said something to me, and it was a joy to say it.

The middle-aged man didn't understand after listening for a long time.

I only know that He Yin has a new sheriff who came to He Yin last year to take up the post. He is very young, handsome and handsome, and he doesn't have the pretensions of a high-ranking official. If he is lucky enough to go to Fugu, he might be able to see Shen Jun himself.The changes in He Yin this year are the result of the hard work of Shen Jun and everyone under Shen Jun's account.

The middle-aged man even saw an old woman with bundled hair rolling down cloudy tears as she talked, whimpering, and bowed and bowed in a certain direction, and other people were also infected.

Middle-aged man: "..."

He still doesn't know why.

Going down this road, which is smoother and more comfortable than the best official road, the conditions of the villages along the road are similar, and every household is busy with farming and preparing for the autumn harvest.There was a smile on his face, his feet were breezy, and his clothes were clean.

Only a dozen or so people encountered two or three patches, and even if they were patched, there were not many patches, which was completely different from his old clothes with patches everywhere.The people here are simple and hospitable, and when the common people see him thin and tired, or see the old mule shriveled and thin, they will stuff him with half a pancake.

By the way, he was kind enough to show him the way.

When he arrived at dusk, he was wondering whether he should find a stone bridge to sleep, and some common people warmly invited him to his house. Although the house was small and only had one room, he could sleep in the yard, which was better than sleeping at night. It is safe to stay in the wild.

The middle-aged man hesitated to agree.

Another bowl of warm water was stuffed by the host.

The middle-aged man finally couldn't bear it.

"Boil it and drink it, oh, how much firewood does it cost..."

The owner said: "If you don't boil it and drink it, you will be fined."

The middle-aged man vaguely remembered that the helper at the tea shop had said the same thing, and for a while, he was speechless for a long time.The life of the common people is so difficult, it is good to have a mouthful of clean water to drink, but in a drought year, they can't even drink a mouthful of muddy muddy water.

What kind of wealth...

Drink water and burn it?
The middle-aged man couldn't help expressing his doubts in his heart, and the host laughed loudly: "This, it is said that our Shen Jun heard from the gods, and said that unboiled water has some kind of smell, drink it, and your body will be damaged." If it’s not that good, you’ll get sick…”

The orders of the government offices are enforced.

If you get caught once, twice or three times, you will be fined.

If there is a fourth time...

Hehe, drive out Ha Yin directly.

The common people are not afraid of anything else, but are afraid of being driven out.

They also know what the world is like outside. Being able to stay in Heyin is due to the blessings accumulated in the previous life. They have enough food and clothing, and they still have work to do and land to grow. Immortals don't have such a beautiful little life.

In addition, the Fugu government office is willing to buy charcoal from various companies at a relatively high price, and everyone is willing to bother to boil some hot water for drinking.Not only do they drink hot water, but they also raise raccoon slaves to catch mice.

If the raccoons catch more mice, they will be rewarded.

The raccoon slaves in their village won three catties of pork, two big fish, and a piece of cloth by relying on their mouse-catching skills!

The middle-aged man listened fascinated.

He even had the idea of ​​leaving his hometown and moving here.

The master knew that the middle-aged man had this idea, so he kept talking to him over and over again, and the core thought over and over again was-"Shen Jun, you are a good man, a good official!"

Follow Shen Jun to fill your stomach!
On the second day, the middle-aged man took the well-rested old mule on the road, and the experience along the road was not different from yesterday.

No, one thing is still different.

Older mules were fed more.

After asking, I found out that Shen Jun's mount is a beautiful mule with a snow-white body and no stray hairs. It is said that there is another name called a motorcycle.Although it is still necessary to work, the food and treatment can be improved a lot compared to before.

The old mule was so thin that his ribs could be seen, and he wobbled when he walked. The common people felt sorry for him, so they couldn't help feeding him.

Stop and go, and finally arrived at a nearby market.

Every market has a charcoal collection point set up by the government.

When I asked, the price was indeed more expensive than his hometown.

In addition to the charcoal, there are also straw sandals and small woven bamboo baskets, which are almost sold after sitting on the side of the road and selling them for a long time.

At this time, a person asked the price, and he threw down a bamboo stick as if he had paid. He was so angry that he grabbed the person's hand, clenched his fists and wanted to hit him, which frightened the nearby stall owners into a commotion, and the passers-by retreated. The thief who was caught was furious.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Why arrest me?"

"You stole from me!" The middle-aged man's eyes turned red with anger, and a grown man almost cried on the spot.

Passers-by and stall owners gathered around to watch the excitement.

Finally, the market officials were alarmed.

The little official came over and asked what was going on.

The thief said: "How do I know? He's gone crazy!"

The middle-aged man held the bamboo stick and said angrily: "He, he dropped this thing, and he is going to rob me..."

Everyone: "..."

Market official: "..."

Instantly understood what was going on.

The market official squeezed the throbbing veins on his forehead, and said angrily, "I don't know if these notes can't be paid to foreigners?"

The "thief" was reprimanded and dared not speak.

He snatched back his bamboo stick from the middle-aged man, dropped a copper coin and went back, muttering "unlucky, how did I know he was from a foreign country".The market official greeted the onlookers, "Let's go and let's go."Only the middle-aged man was at a loss.

Why not catch that thief?
At this time, the stall owner next door asked with a smile.

"Is it from outside?"

The middle-aged man nodded.

The moisture in his eyes has not receded, and he wiped his tears with the back of his hand aggrievedly. The money is not much, but it is the lifeblood of the family.

No one snatched it in the street!

Why didn't Shen Jun cure these lunatics!
The stall owner smiled kindly and said: "Oh, it's a common thing. If you don't want those notes, just tell them that you are from a foreign country. After a few times, you will understand. I am also from a foreign country to do business. The first time I was the same as you, hey , don’t panic, don’t rush.”

Middle-aged man: "..."

　hi(..)

　　Boys, you guys, ask for a monthly ticket

　　Alas, the kryptonite is rampant.

　　PS: The monthly pass is the first one to lose, and the chrysanthemum is in jeopardy. Please ask for the monthly pass_(:з」∠)_
　　
　
(End of this chapter)