Film and Television: Starting from the Journey to Guandong

Chapter 9

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Chuanren bent down and picked it up. It must be less than two kilograms. He opened it and took a look. It turned out to be millet.

"I thought it was stick noodles, but Xiaomi will do just fine."

The old lady sighed:

“I also wanted to exchange for stick noodles, but the landlord’s manager said that he didn’t have stick noodles at his house and could only exchange for millet.”

Chuanren knew that Chuanwu and his mother had been tricked.

But there is no way. In this era of stupidity, it is common for ordinary people to be cheated. Most people dare not speak up and are angry, and they have even become accustomed to it.

The people are all kind-hearted. As long as you give them a little, even if the shortcomings are less, you will grit your teeth and endure it.

And it's too late to go back and look for it now, so I can only accept my bad luck.

Chuanren secretly told himself that he should stop being lazy next time and go there in person in exchange for an extra pound of food, which would be enough for the family to eat for a while.

"Mother? Second child? Are you back?"

Chuanwu simply wiped himself clean, put on an undershirt and rushed out. He smiled so hard when he saw the food on the ground that he felt at ease now.

After glancing at the heartless boss, Chuanren sighed in his heart and entered the room silently without saying a word.

After a while, the second brother followed him in, pulled him to the corner, and said furtively:
"Look, I got something good for you!"

As he spoke, he took out a dagger with a simple sheath from his waist.

Chuanren took it and weighed it slightly. It was quite generous.

He grabbed the hilt of the knife, which was more than ten centimeters long, and pulled hard. There was a clang sound, but there was no flash of silver light in the legend.

However, the jet-black blade is smooth and cold, and the back of the blade is one centimeter thick. It has a standard Qing Dynasty Shun Dao shape. This is a weapon often worn by the Green Camp soldiers of the Great Celestial Empire.

Sure enough, Chuanren found traces of engraving on the root of the dagger handle. It should have been the name or surname of the owner of the dagger, but it was later engraved.

He stretched out his thumb and lightly scratched the blade. A cold air spread through the skin into the blood. Hiss! What a sharp knife!

Chuanwu couldn't help but feel proud:

"How? Not bad, right?"

Chuanren nodded with satisfaction:

"It's really good. Where did you buy it? How much did it cost?"

"All the coins you gave me were spent. An old man bought them."

Chuanwu was still embarrassed and felt that he had spent too much.

But Chuanren felt that the money was well spent. The dagger was very well maintained and obviously soaked in blood. The original owner must have taken great care of it.

Nice knife!

仓~
With the dagger in its sheath, Chuanren inserted it into his lower back and patted Chuanwu on the shoulder:

"You finally did something good!"

"San'er, Chuanwu? What are you doing in the house? Come out quickly."

Before Chuanwu could report the boat ticket, he heard his mother calling him in the yard.

The two brothers walked out of the house one after another and came to the center of the yard. Wei Chunfang said:

"Okay, let's divide the work. Tomorrow, the third child will accompany the eldest brother to Lao Tan's house to propose marriage.

Second brother, you go to the village and greet all the young and old men. Let them work hard on the wedding day, and our Lao Zhu family will provide a full meal! "

In the four years since Zhu Kaishan left, Wei Chunfang has been both a father and a mother. Now giving orders, she really feels like a master.

Zhu Chuanren muttered a few words in his heart and said:
"Mom, we can't give this millet away at once. I'll bring half a kilo over tomorrow and treat it as a wedding gift. I'll give the rest away on the wedding day."

When Wei Chunfang thought about it, Lao San was still thoughtful. What if Lao Tan's family regretted taking the things?
Zhu Kaishan was not at home, but no one gave them the authority to make decisions for orphans and widowed mothers!After I finished assigning tasks, I went to the kitchen to cook.

This is an era where "a gentleman is far away from the kitchen" is emphasized. There are many disadvantages for men in the kitchen.

Women will be laughed at by outsiders for not knowing the rules when they serve at the table, so no matter how tired I am, I still have to work in the kitchen, and my three sons can help at most.

However, this job was passed on to the boss and Chuanjie by Chuanren, who took Chuanwu to sit in the yard and talk things over.

"Have you inquired about the ferry tickets?"

"After asking around, it's one silver dollar per head."

"That is not bad!"

Chuanren muttered, then asked:
"When will the boat arrive?"

"I can't be sure about this. I heard that the Luda side has been controlled by others. Our ship can't sail through at all. We can only gamble our lives. When we sail will also depend on luck."

Chuanren frowned, feeling a little depressed. It felt very bad to be out of his control, but in this current situation, nothing seemed certain to happen.

"So, if we leave, we have to rush to Laolongkou and wait, right?"

"Yes, but third child, do we really want to leave? Can my mother agree?"

"We have to go! There is no way to survive here!" he said firmly.

Chuanwu scratched his head:

"I don't understand. Anyway, I just listen to you."

"Okay, you go and have a rest."

"it is good!"

...

Early the next morning, Chuanren followed his boss to Tanjia Village.

In fact, the two villages are not too far apart and can be reached by going around a mountain. However, the mountain road is difficult to walk. If the weather is bad, it will be even harder to walk.

Not bad. Chuanren was lucky. There was no wind or rain when he came out in the morning. There were dark clouds above his head, which blocked the temperature of the sun. After walking, he felt neither cold nor hot, and felt quite comfortable.

"San'er, my mother asked me to obey you in everything, so tell me, what will happen if Old Tan's family doesn't agree later?"

After walking for a long time, Zhu Chuanwen suddenly turned around and said.

"Don't agree? Why don't you agree?" Chuanren responded casually.

"Once Old Uncle Tan gets angry, he won't marry anyone if he doesn't want to." Chuan Wen's calves began to twist when he thought about his future father-in-law.

In fact, the woman Xian'er is quite pitiful. Having said that, a beautiful woman without background or backing will never end well in any era. This is what the beauty's fate means.

Without Chuanren's intervention, according to the original plot direction, Xian'er would have taken advantage of the bully Fifth Master, which Chuanren would not allow.

Even if you don't marry the son of Lao Zhu's family, you can't take advantage of that bastard.

Of course, Chuanwen was also a loser, but if he had Chuanwu's wildness and backbone, Xian'er would not have fallen into that fate.

But there is no way, he is just that kind of person, his character is barely kind, but he is a little narrow-minded, loves petty gains, plays tricks, and the most important thing is that he is a coward.

In comparison, Zhu Chuanwu was not bad, but this boy was too wild. Although he could distinguish right from wrong, he was so stubborn that even eight horses could not pull him back.

The two brothers have very distinct character traits, and it would be just right if they were balanced out.

But this was obviously unrealistic. Chuanren thought that in the worst case, he would tie Chuanwen at home and don't give him power. He would just be a farmer.

Zhu Chuanwen is the kind of villain as the saying goes. A villain cannot succeed, and once he succeeds, he will be arrogant!

So from now on, Zhu Chuanren's little whip must be waved to make him afraid. As long as he knows how to be afraid, he can grab his pigtails.

(End of this chapter)