Yu Jun

Chapter 8
It turns out that the distant shouts are gradually approaching, and the small black spots are getting bigger and bigger, and someone will be found soon.

Liu Chengqi became anxious, his face flushed, his nostrils fluttered sharply, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead—their viciousness could not be shown in the sky, but could only overflow in the dark.

Especially the scholars in the academy, they are all stupid in reading - how much food the Liu family donated, still can't exchange for the same.

He was angry and anxious, his lips were biting tightly, the snake lines on both sides were deeply downward, his eyes flickered: "Yes, no mule, I will go back and tell the owner."

He pointed to the little beggar on the horse: "The villain will send him back to his original place, and he will never lose his word."

Mo Lingfeng stared at him closely, seeming to be able to understand all his perfunctory words, just when Liu Chengqi thought she would mess around, she suddenly nodded: "If you use a mule again, I will make you a mule."

Liu Chengqi nodded immediately, and looked eagerly at the ivory in Yin Nan's hand.

They made this trip specifically for this rough-ground ivory.

If you go on the surface and let the Shibo Secretary know, you will have to "buy it" forcibly. Even if you ask someone to intercede, you will have to pay a very high rate. .

"Girl, this tooth... I will be filial to you and Jiedushi in the future."

Mo Lefeng looked at Yin Nan: "Give it to him."

Yin Nan tossed the bloody ivory casually, Liu Chengqi rushed to pick it up, breathed a sigh of relief, hugged him tightly, freed up one hand, dragged the little beggar down, and ran away go.

A gust of wind blew past, diluting the bloody smell, the river sand was wet, and the blood was not visible. Yin Nan washed his hands by the river with no expression on his face, and rolled up the bloody sleeve hem into his sleeves, and all traces seemed to be hidden.

Mo Lingfeng took out another large piece of candy, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, while vaguely beckoning to Wu Jin: "Let's go."

Wu Jin got on the horse in a daze, followed by Mo Lefeng's side, and met Cheng Ting and others who had found him.

Just now, everything disappeared.

Wu Jin finished her homework in the pasture and went back to the city. Saying goodbye to Cheng Ting and Mo Lingfeng, she ran all the way back to Shishi Street, saw her father, took out the candy for her younger brother Wu Yi, and sold four-cage cakes on her shoulders, and sold them until she was about to die. It's time to go home.

Mother Wu is still washing clothes for people.

The mother and son talked for a while, then he went back to the house, lit the oil lamp, spread the paper and ink, and wrote with a pen: "On the ninth day of March in the 20th year of Yuanzhang, I saw a ship merchant who was extremely vicious and used people as mules. I hate it so much. However, when I saw this evil deed, I felt cowardly and wanted to avoid it, but I was not ashamed as a child, and hoped to change it."

While writing, Wu Yi, who was asleep on the bed, said in a daze, "Brother."

Wu Jin's hand trembled immediately, and the ink on the pen dripped down in a large ball, scattered on the paper, and stained a large area.

He hurriedly put down his pen and moved the oil lamp so as not to dazzle his younger brother's eyes: "It will be ready soon."

Wu Yi turned around: "Brother, that candy is really delicious, there is such a delicious thing in the world, where did you come from?"

"It was given to me by someone else," Wu Jin replied, "How do you know it's Yantang?"

Sugar is expensive, I bought granulated sugar to make sugar cakes at home, and I am not willing to eat it myself.

Wu Yi's voice gradually became clearer: "When I went out to sell cakes, I saw people eat them, and they said they were extremely expensive. Only the Sichuan region can make such white frosting sugar. The frankincense powder added in it is said to be from overseas. The ones that come here are only available in the official office and back to Yiwu, and they cannot be bought outside."

"Ah."

"Brother, do you think they eat this every day when they are rich? Do they also take this when they take medicine? When they treat guests to dinner, do they also put a big plate on the table?"

"do not know."

"When I have money, I'll buy it too, eat it every meal, and let Dad take it when he drinks the medicine."

"it is good."

Wu Yi's voice slowly dropped again, dreamily talking about his experience of selling cakes outside, smacking his mouth, trying to get a little more sweetness from his teeth.

The house became quiet again, outside there was the movement of Wu's mother clearing the washboard, and the sound of Wu's father tossing and turning in pain - he always felt that the lost leg was still hurting on him.

There was also a wind.

The wind blew the thatch, drilled through the window lattice, brushed over the bamboo paper, and brushed against Wu Jin's thin face, making him smell the scent left on his hands.

It was the smell of frankincense powder, but he could smell blood from it, which made him unable to breathe.

He picked up the pen, and wrote again: "She is not sympathizing with other people, nor is she defending the Mo family, but only for the sake of loving her brother."

The spring breeze warmed up day by day, and on March [-]th, it suddenly froze again, and the cold wind blew all night, whimpering and whimpering, the walls were icy cold, and the bedding was as cold as iron.

The brothers of the Wu family huddled together to keep each other warm. Before the cock crowed, Wu Jin got up and went to open the money box.

Copper coins are tightly tied together with fine hemp rope, a string of [-] cash, not even a string - house rental money, Wu father's medicine money, daily necessities, rice, oil and salt, pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

He took out two strings of money and took them with him, opened the door and went out, the cold wind was biting outside, the roof and the ground were covered with a thin layer of snow, and he was shivering from the cold.

Wu's mother also opened the door, lit a fire on the stove, and asked Wu Jin in a low voice: "Boss, are you going to school so early today? Have some porridge before leaving, so as not to be cold on the road."

The white mist exhaled from her mouth blurred her withered and yellow face.

"Mother," Wu Jin stood still, "I'll go buy a scale of charcoal and come back, so you can burn a charcoal basin in the house, so that dad will be warmer."

Mother Wu was silent for a moment, then nodded: "It's time to burn a charcoal basin, your father is not active like us, it would be even worse if he caught a cold."

She continued: "Your father said that he wanted to find some work that he could sit and do. Do you think it will be possible to pick up beads?"

Wu Jin thought for a while: "I've been hurt for a hundred days, let Dad take care of me for another two months."

After finishing speaking, he left the house, and as soon as he left Shishi Street, he saw a frozen corpse lying on the ground, and the people of Yizhuang were collecting the corpse.

Walking all the way to Beicheng, walking fast, when I arrived at the charcoal store, there were a lot of people who came early to weigh the charcoal.

Wu Jin held the money she brought, and felt that the noisy room had become extremely cold.

At this moment, someone suddenly patted his shoulder from behind: "Brother, you also come to buy charcoal."

Wu Jin looked back and remembered that this person was the one who sent her home on the day of Avalokitesvara's birthday, and hurriedly cupped her hands in salute: "Just call me Wu Jin, I don't know what to call my eldest brother?"

"Yin Bei," Yin Bei smiled heartily, turned his head and said to the head of the charcoal shop next to him, "This is a friend of our girl's, please arrange a scale of crushed charcoal for my brother to take back."

The head of the group responded immediately, and ordered the staff around him to take Wu Jin to the scale. Wu Jin bowed deeply: "Thank you, Brother Yin, and Miss Mo."

Yin Bei waved his hand and left.

Yu He was just a casual remark for Mo Lingfeng's sake, but Yu Wu Jin was giving help in a timely manner.

Broken charcoal is the dross left over from charcoal. It can be burned, but there is a lot of smoke and dust, but the price is cheap, and people in the charcoal shop usually keep it for themselves. Today, this scale only costs Wu Jin [-] cents.

Wu Jin carried the crushed charcoal and walked away steaming. She took the charcoal home, ate a bowl of wild vegetable paste, and hurried to school.

(End of this chapter)