Yu Jun

With the bill signed by Wu Yi himself, it is 970 taels that cannot be denied.

The Wu family sat at the table, the four faces mixed with the flames and gradually blurred into a cloud of smoke. No one could clearly see the other person's expression. I don't know if there was water in their eyes or the other person's face was covered by the charcoal smoke. Not real.

Stepping on the ground is like stepping on clouds, soft and unreal.

Only the sound outside was like thunder, the firecrackers were crackling and booming at times, the sound of fireworks was also constant, and the debris and clods hit the roof tiles and clanked again. It was extremely lively and joyful.

Wu Jin's hand holding the pen was almost stiff, her fingers were curled up, and the knuckles felt jerky when she stretched them out. Wu's mother handed him tea, and he took a sip of it before saying, "Mother, how much money do you have at home?"

Mother Wu hurriedly got up to get the money box.

She pulled away a wooden board behind the bed, took out the money box from inside, put it on the table, and opened it for Wu Jin to see.

There is a piece of Jiaozi inside, which is the silver reward after Wu Jinfa solved the test. Wu's mother deposited it in the Jiaozi shop. There are also five ingots of large silver ingots of ten taels, five small silver coins of one tael, and three pennies. Copper coins and a handful of loose copper coins.

This is all the savings of their family, not even a fraction.

Wu Jin closed the money box: "Father, mother, I will send this money to Liu's family tomorrow, and issue another IOU, and pay him back within a time limit. Next year, my second child and I will not go to school, and we will carry the burden of selling it together." cake."

Mother Wu shook her head: "The second one doesn't read anymore, you have to."

"Aniang, listen to me," Wu Jin looked at Wu Yi, "Tomorrow you will go to Liu's house with me, and you will pay back the money yourself."

"No!" Wu Yi snatched the money box and hugged it tightly in his arms, tears rolling down his face, "No! This belongs to our family! Brother, please, please open your mouth and beg for mercy, this matter Why don't we just pass by, what does using a mule have to do with us? I will listen to you from now on and promise not to play with Liu Bowen again! Okay?"

The simple numbers are too huge for Wu Yi, he does have a sense of dizziness, but that kind of grief is not real, like dark clouds in the sky, knowing that there is a catastrophe, but still thinking that he can escape by luck.

But now holding this heavy money box, which reprinted all the money of their Wu family, he wailed in despair, completely unable to control his body, broke free from his parents' hands, stared hard at Wu Jin, hoping that Wu Jin could say something .

Wu Jin was so angry that his teeth were chattering, he didn't know how to treat this younger brother. The younger brother was sitting at the table, completely alone, but suddenly he became an empty space. A monster with skin.

His natural look, the way he doesn't treat others as human beings, reminds him of Zhao Shiheng and Mo Qianlan, even more hateful than them - he has never suffered, he has never suffered, and he just wants to send others away. to hell.

This kind of evil is the most terrible.

The younger brother was coaxed by Liu Bowen and made a big hole in the sky. He was angry, but when the younger brother said such a remark, he was not angry anymore. He was just disappointed, disappointed to the point of despair, and wanted to give up this person , let him fend for himself.

Wu Yi sensed his anger, and hastily changed his words: "No, it's not the Liu family who is begging for mercy, but Miss Mo and Mr. Cheng. They are all powerful and powerful people, and their family is also very rich. This little money , it's nothing to them, is it?"

"It's not my ambition to beg for fawning and begging for mercy, so don't mention it again," Wu Jin looked at him coldly, "Besides, how dare you order flower cards, order prostitute wine, eat delicacies from mountains and seas, drink fine nectar, Enjoy the scenery, you should bear it yourself, why should I bow my head to my friends?"

Wu Yi stared at him blankly: "You are my brother, if you don't go, how will we live in the future?"

Wu Jin was categorical: "How to live in the past, how to live in the future."

He continued: "Let's live in the house here for the first month, then I'll go find Uncle Zou, and we'll go back to Shishi Street to rent a house."

Wu Yi was so desperate that she wanted to die.

I owe so much money, and when I open my eyes every day, I let the heavy debt weigh on me. It is really dark, and there is no light at all.

I have to go back to Ten Stone Street.

How happy he was when he moved out of Ten Stone Street, and when he moved back, he looked as ugly as if he had been stripped naked.

He doesn't want to move back.

Brother is not good - he thought, it is only a matter of one sentence, why can't he say it, and insist on making the whole family suffer!

The sound of firecrackers sounded outside the house, covering the sky, Wu Yi let go of the money box, and sat down, covering his ears, unwilling to listen to the laughter outside, let alone the sound of firecrackers, but somehow the firecrackers made such a loud noise, they just couldn't stop coming to people He was scratching his ear, wanting to die, but afraid to die.

Wu Jin sorted out the bills and prepared to go to Liu's house tomorrow. Seeing that his eyes were black and blue, Wu's mother didn't want him to watch the year and sent him to sleep.

He walked out of the house, the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of fireworks, and suddenly he heard a sound different from firecrackers in his ears. Looking up, he saw a flame of fire piercing the night sky, cold thunder spewed fire, and bloomed like meteors.

After the sound, the sky returned to silence for a short time, and then it brightened again with a bang, like a thousand lights of fire, ten thousand lights of stars, or like flowers falling from the sky, dazzling the eyes.

Wu Jin stretched out her hand, but it was empty.

He smiled, and there were thunderclaps, laughter, and cries in his ears. He didn't take it seriously until the fireworks were over, and he returned to his room, spread out paper and ink, and wrote the last diary of the year.

"On the 22th day of the twelfth lunar month in the [-]nd year of Yuanzhang, the firecrackers roared in the mountains. It was very good, and the fireworks were very beautiful.

It's sad and ridiculous to be poor for a day, to calculate annoyed and confused accounts, and to owe a huge amount of 970 taels, but to be suspected by brothers.

"Book of Rites Confucianism" said: "Confucianism has the same aspirations and the same side, and the same way of doing things; if you stand side by side, you will be happy, and you will never tire of being with each other; if you don't see each other for a long time, you will not believe the rumors;There are those who make friends like this. '

If I go to ask for silver, even though Cheng Ting and Mo Lingfeng are tolerant, I feel that I have something to ask for in my heart, and I will inevitably be inferior to others when I talk, and I will lose my face to stand side by side with them, and I will lose my best friend.

Moreover, the sage is poor between Chen and Cai, without fire or food for seven days; left with dry wood, right with dry branches; he can also sing the wind of Yan's family. Our generation has never been so poor, so what is there to worry about? "

After writing, he put his pen on Bijia Mountain, got up and went out, took out a few "ground mice" from the fireworks Wu Yi bought, and called Wu's father and mother to set them off together. The fireworks together immediately washed away the gloomy atmosphere in the family , finally has the flavor of the year.

After letting it go, Wu Jin went back to the house, did not turn off the lights and fell asleep, but picked up a pen and wrote: "In the lingering winter and the twelfth lunar month, there are many winds and snows, the green willows and red flowers are still far away, the fireworks cover the tiles, the firecrackers explode, and the ink is stagnant.

After sixteen years of hard work, when will I find peace?Don't blame the north wind, don't blame the frost, there will be another year next year. "