A piece of paper

In the evening, Chen Fu came with documents.

Xianjin led a group of waiters, holding lanterns, and stood at the porch of the small courtyard to respond. The light of the lanterns was concentrated on the stone tiles in the countryside, like a round and gentle moon.

The orange branches not far away are lush and leafy, with fat yellow fruits hanging from the short branches. The dense layers of spicy leaves open a big embrace towards the night sky.

As November approaches, the weather in the suburbs is colder than in the city, and the nights are colder than during the day. It’s already the time when even wearing a thin jacket is a little cold.

Suo'er let out a breath of boredom, and the hot air immediately condensed into white mist in front of his eyes.

The dog on Tuesday also breathed, and the second white mist caught the edge shadow of the previous white mist and quickly merged into a ball.

Tuesday Dog secretly touched Suo'er's elbow with joy, and excitedly motioned to Suo'er to look quickly, "They are together! They are together!"

Show gold:.

Kill all these people showing affection!

Xianjin averted his eyes in disgust, and then he saw Qiqiqi on the other side walking exaggeratedly from the back of the crowd with small steps, thinking that she was approaching Aunt Zhong without being noticed.

Show gold:.

The wind brought by your small steps has blown to the suburbs where I miss you!

Damn it, kill all these crushes too!

To ensure safety, he kept his golden eyes straight and his eyes were as firm as if he was about to enter the palace.

After a while, Chen Fu limped along the country road. Xian Jin came up to him with a lantern. Chen Fu walked all the way, shivering from the cold. When he looked again, his eyes were red, his lips were chapped, and he was obviously crying. Pass.

Xian Jin hurriedly welcomed Chen Fu into the room and poured several cups of hot water. Chen Fu took a deep breath after replenishing the water, and looked up to see his stepdaughter's worried eyes.

Chen Fu smiled with difficulty and shook his head at Xianjin, "I'm not sad. Really, I'm not sad at all."

"I wanted to leave a long time ago!"

"Hahaha! I finally got my wish!"

"Hahaha, when I walked out of Chen's house, I was so happy!"

"Hahaha, I'm so happy!"

Chen Fu smiled while wiping away his tears. He pushed Xianjin out and smiled exaggeratedly, "Hahaha, your father is so happy. He must go to bed early today and have a sweet dream! Hahaha!"

As soon as Xian Jin stepped over the threshold, he heard wailing again inside. Xian Jin looked back and saw that Chen Fu was taking out He Ainiang's tablet from his only baggage and squatting on the ground, crying out of breath.

Xianjin pursed his lips slightly.

The living father has really suffered a lot in the past two years - first he met a bandit in the mountains and was frightened into a coma, then his leg was broken and he had a high fever. Now at the age of forty, he finally faced the question: "My mother is really... Don’t love me” fact.

Xianjin's general door was concealed by Chen Fu.

Forget it, let’s not kill those who engage in pure love.

Life in the suburbs is faster than Xian Jin imagined. There is no locked notepad with tight schedules. The only criterion for measuring the flight of time is the sun outside the mountains.

In the beginning, people even came to Xianjin’s small courtyard: Boss Shang and the head of Xiaocao Village came here specially. Boss Shang wanted to ask Xianjin to come out to revive the printing industry, but Xianjin declined in fear, because she I am afraid that one person cannot bring about the industrial age in one fell swoop. The magical art of movable type printing can still occupy a small part of the country for hundreds of years. There is nothing for it to revive.

In addition to expressing concern for Xianjin, Village Chief Cao is also concerned about whether the Chen family's order in Xiaocao Village will be affected.

Xianjin gave a very definite and negative answer: "Four or five useful guys followed. Now the Chen family is short of people. The paper made in Xiaocao Village is solid and can fully meet Chen Ji's daily volume. In Shangyan Shang, unless Mrs. Qu goes crazy and destroys the Great Wall, it is impossible to touch the order from Xiaocao Village." Then came Brother Qiang, who was Qiang Ji. As expected, people are divided into groups. The fully illiterate and the semi-literate hit it off immediately and hated each other.

Brother Qiang patted Tuesday Dog's shoulder and said drunkenly and wildly: "Brother! I recognize you as a brother! You did a great job with that 'He Lin Da Wei'!"

Then he called Suo Yuanming, who was bringing fried peanuts to the table, "Oh! My niece! Let's serve the pig head meat again!"

Tuesday Dog's face darkened: It's okay if this brother doesn't recognize him!

Then there was Yo Niang, who was holding the child. She followed Xian Jinzi to visit the small courtyard carefully and chatted for a long time, with envy in her eyes.

After that, no one came.

On Tuesday, Gou and Qiqiqi closed the door respectively and slept soundly for seven or eight days - the two of them hid in Xiaocao Village. As the last knife to show their wealth, they had to repeat the two or three months of pressure of Ba Zhangxuan. People are bald.

Qiqiqi even created a new work-related injury compensation category: black hair compensation.

Xian Jin refused to pay compensation, but admitted to buying some sesame seeds as a token of consolation.

Aunt Zhong returned to Jing County. Her son was enlightened. He was staying with Master Qin. After Master Qin passed the exam, he concentrated on preparing for the exam, so he assigned the students from the private school to other academies. Aunt Zhong was worried about both inside and outside, and she must go back to guard him. .

Suo'er and Zhang's mother opened a piece of land at the door. Although they planted in spring and harvested in autumn, the mere seasons could not stop the Chinese people's farming blood. The two planted onions and garlic at the head of the field, and boasted that they would return it to everyone next year. A self-sufficient paradise.

The next day, Xian Jin caught Suo Yuanming at the head of the village and used coercion and inducement to exchange the child's maltose for two cents;

Zhang Yuanming not only gossiped about the widow from the next village, but also used other people's melon seeds. This is a waste of both spiritual and material resources, which is very immoral.

There is indeed a huge conflict between commerce and farming.

When a person is always in the world of capital, it is difficult to give up the convenient habit of using money to obtain daily necessities - the development of this habit will be more fully developed in later generations, and even evolve into the fact that the most basic material needs must be met first. Human needs to be served.

The popular takeout and home-delivered lifestyle group purchases in later generations are the best proof.

When Xianjin came up with this idea, he simply spread out the paper and tried to write these immature fragmentary ideas into a complete article.

When writing articles becomes free of burden and purely voluntary, the whole thing does not become interesting!

Especially based on the fact that the sufferer himself does not have strong academic aspirations.

But now that I have come, my head is spinning. Xianjin can only write it down, which makes me grinning, having a splitting headache, bulging eyelids, and approaching menopause.

Even while writing the article, I became proficient in skills such as cutting fingernails, cutting toenails, and tearing off dead skin.

I started writing the article for ten days and wrote nine paragraphs, totaling 670 words, including the title, preface, guiding significance and central idea.

It is a very rubbish academic existence.

On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, the moon was missing a big gap, like a meatloaf that had been bitten hard by a tengu.

A voice came out of the window frame, "What's going on? You've found that business can't save the Chen family, so you're going to give up business and become a scholar?"

This chapter comes from the beautiful spring city of Kunming.