not a monster

Chapter 86 The moon is not round (seeking follow-up on Tuesday!
Playing games in Wangxilou is rubbish.

There was a person outside the door, who lingered for a while, but didn't come in.

Wind unreasonably looked up.

During the national war, Wang Xilou couldn't be distracted. He slapped him with his arm and asked him to ask if he wanted to buy something.

He was drenched all over, as if he had been fished out of the water.

When I walked into Feng Wuli, I saw that this man was dark-skinned, wearing an old polo shirt with a loose collar, saying that the clothes were more like a rag, and wearing yellow rubber shoes on his feet, it looked like a construction site The workers here are just short of a safety helmet.

"What's the matter?" Feng Wuli asked him.

With an embarrassed expression on his face, he smiled awkwardly, "I want to buy some paper money."

Listening to his voice, he is not a local, he should have come to work from other places.

"Really? Come in then."

He embarrassedly said, "There is water hanging on your body, which is dirtying your shop."

"There's no such thing, it's not a precious land. Come in, fellow countryman, and see what kind of paper money you want to pick."

He smiled honestly again and entered the incense candle shop.

Feng Wuli felt that he seemed to be cold, and he was swaying.

Wang Xilou raised his head and glanced, "What does the old man want to buy? Why are you so cold?"

Wang Xilou looks like a fairy, and the workers don't dare to look at it.

He didn't expect that there were such beautiful dolls in the room, so he said a little embarrassedly: "It's raining a bit, and it's a little cold when the wind blows, so it's better to enter the room."

In fact, it was still very cold when he entered the room, and Feng Wuli could see the trembling under his clothes.

"Pick some gold ingots." He wanted to get them, but he felt wet, for fear that if the paper money in the store got wet, people would not be able to sell it.

"Let me get some for you, do you want anything other than gold ingots?" Feng Wuli said with a smile.

The worker was relieved and grateful: "Thank you in advance."

He didn't know what he wanted to pick, and his character had the inferiority of migrant workers, and he couldn't speak. Feng Wurea asked who he burned it for.

"Oh, someone at home died, and I can't go back when I'm out of town."

"Let me help you. These gold papers are used to fold gold ingots. This piece of rhubarb paper is placed at the bottom, with a few pieces of red paper on top. You can also put two pieces of mounted paper. There are also these large denominations of paper money. , so it can be counted as one.”

Feng Wuli could see his embarrassment, smiled and said: "You don't want much, so I can help you get together?"

"That's not necessary." He was anxious, "What trouble you are!"

"No trouble, old man, sit down for a while, my apprentice will help you fold a few copies out, and I will burn it for you later."

Wang Xilou moved out a bench from the backyard and let him sit. The worker was not too embarrassed to look at her, so he took the bench and sat aside, "Thank you so much."

The sky outside the shop is already dark, the sky that has rained in the evening, the blue and black are very deep, a crescent moon hangs slightly on the old tree in front of the shop, against the background of the heavy dark blue sky, the branches of the old tree are only black. The shadow, but the cool crescent moon added light and stopped on the branch.

The house is bright.

The workers were still shivering with cold, and there was still coldness in their mouths.

Feng Wuli was helping him fold Yuanbao, and Wang Xilou started chatting, "Where is Uncle from?"

He smiled, "Hu Jiandi."

"Listen to the accent, I'll tell you, Hu Jiandi, why did you come here to work and run so far?"

"An old watch here has work to do, so he came here with him."

"Do you have a wife and children?"

He smiled, "My son is in junior high school, and my mother-in-law told me that if he can go to high school, he needs to save some money for him to go to university."

"I want it." Wang Xilou nodded.

Feng Wuli folded dozens of gold ingots for him, using rhubarb paper and other red paper. Before, the mounted paper was gathered together, and four copies were gathered.

"This is enough."

The worker was very grateful, trembling with cold, but kept thanking, "Thank you, thank you."

He took out his trousers pocket and took out a few wet money, with a little embarrassment on his face, and Feng Wuli didn't mind taking it.

"I'll give you change."

"No, no, you gave me so much hard work."

Unreasonable and unreasonable did not refuse.

"Would you like to burn it for you by the way? I'll pull a gold barrel out and burn it at the door."

The worker was even more embarrassed. He rubbed his hand on the bottom of his trousers. Feng Wuli didn't wait for him to agree. He went into the yard and carried an iron bucket specially designed to burn paper money.

At night, paper money was burned in front of the incense candle shop, and the fire in the barrel illuminated a small area nearby. The top flame continued to shoot out, and there was constant fly ash and the hot air blowing it.

Under the light of the fire, Feng Wuli's face, who was busy burning paper, changed, and was dyed an orange-red color.

"The boy is in high school, and the Erdi child is also in the third year of junior high school. He can go to high school next year."

Some people outside the old street, Feng Wuli didn't look at the wet workers, just looked at the burning paper money, and exclaimed: "High school is good, uncle, your child is very promising!"

"Hey, everyone has something to do, everyone has something to do!" The worker smiled embarrassedly, "Don't ask him to be more promising, just be filial and be sensible, and the boss is not too young, it's time to be sensible."

"How long has it been since Uncle went back?"

"Two years, but it's fine if you don't go back. You have to be busy so you can't go back. I originally wanted to go back this year for the New Year." He looked up at the moon in the sky.

Very bright, but not round.

This weekend is Mid-Autumn Festival, and now the moon is of course not round, it is missing a corner.

Not even the moon is round;
A regretful smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"It's not so cold to burn paper money, right?" Feng Wuli asked with his head down and busy burning paper money.

"It's not cold, it's not cold anymore, the river water is cold, and the city is also cold." He narrowed his eyes, "It hasn't been that warm in a long time."

A young man came over. He was a resident of Laojie. He was a few years older than Feng Wuli, but he didn't go to school.

He looked curiously at Feng Wuli, who was burning paper money: "A Feng, what's going on at home? Why are you burning here at night?"

Feng Wuli burned the last bit, smiled and shook his head, "He helped others burn it."

"And this service?" he clicked.

"Would you like to burn some chicken?"

"Go, say something auspicious, go, let's play together next time." He left in a dashing manner.

Feng Wuli looked up at the moon in place.

Although it is not round, they are all looking at the same moon. When the uncle looked up to see the moon, did his family members far outside the mountain also look up to see the moon tonight.

Did Moon take a look at his family for him?

Feng unreasonably cleaned up the mess on the ground. In the yard, Wang Xilou was cooking in an apron. The hot oil that was boiled tossed in slices of garlic, sizzling and fragrant.

At this time, I didn't expect that someone would come to the incense candle shop.

It was a lady with a little girl of four or five years old.

I went to ask what to order, said it was to buy some paper money, but I didn't understand it very well, so I asked Feng Wuli to help me get it.

Feng unreasonably asked who it was burned for.

The woman took her little daughter's hand with sadness on her face.

"There was a flood a few days ago, and my daughter fell down by the Xiangjiang River. The water was so urgent that a migrant worker jumped down and held her up to let the people on the shore pick her up, but she couldn't get on, so I had to burn some paper money for him. ."

(End of this chapter)