From Jiu Shu's world

Chapter 366 Suffering

There are many diseases in the world, but there is only one that is the most worrying, and that is the disease of poverty.

Is Wang Zhiyong a dutiful son?

He should be counted as a dutiful son, diligent and diligent, working hard, just to support his mother and raise children, but fate is such a trick, no matter how hard he works, he can barely make ends meet.

It is like a gear that is dense enough to rotate continuously, and it cannot tolerate the slightest mistake and the slightest stop.

Many left-behind elderly often sigh: "It's good to have a son, but no matter how good it is, it can't compare with the son of medicine, the son of rope, and the son of water."

The son of medicine is the pesticide, the son of rope is the long rope that is strangled around the neck, and the son of water, needless to say, is the ruthless river rolling without end.

Wang Zhiyong's mother gave her life to Yao's son so that her own son and granddaughter's life would be better. Such helplessness made people feel frustrated.

Henry Zhang did not hesitate, he said: "Uncle Wang, I promise you, we will go to Bazhou Village in a while to help your mother."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, thank you, thank you."

Wang Zhiyong was very emotional, and kept thanking Henry Zhang. He was very guilty of his mother, and he was not without fear, but what made him most anxious was actually because of his daughter’s fear of this matter at home. Following the clues, I found Henry Zhang’s shop.

Hastily entrusting the child to the village chief's house, he entered the city again and came here to ask for help.

Now that Henry Zhang agreed to save his life, he was naturally ecstatic.

But after the joy, Wang Zhiyong calmed down. He suddenly froze, his lips moved slightly, and he said, "Mr. Zhang, how much will this cost?"

He subconsciously touched his flat pocket, feeling uneasy, for fear that Henry Zhang’s price would not be acceptable to him.

Henry Zhang naturally knew the embarrassment of the man in front of him, but fortunately he was not a Taoist priest who wanted money, so he smiled gently and said: "Uncle Wang, you are from Chu Lan's hometown, I will give you a discount, 100 yuan, it can't be lower. "

Wang Zhiyong raised his brows, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He said, "Thank you, thank you, Mr. Zhang."

Wang Zhiyong is an honest man, he knows that Henry Zhang must be helping him, 100 yuan is not much, and a meal in a restaurant is more than that, but for Wang Zhiyong, 100 yuan is enough food for several days, Jingui .

He took out a crumpled 100 piece from his pocket and handed it to Henry Zhang.

Henry Zhang put away the 100 yuan, then turned his head and said to Feng Shayan, who was not in a high mood after listening to Wang Zhiyong's story: "Sha Yan, do you want to go together this time?"

Feng Shayan nodded and said, "I want to go and have a look."

After leaving the store, Fengshayan drove the three of them to Bazhou Village where Wang Zhiyong was.

Although Bazhou Village is a village under Binhai City, it is very remote. It takes only four or five hours to drive, and it is impossible to reach the place.

This is because Fengshayan drives a jeep, which has good off-road performance. Otherwise, on this yellow mud road, the bumps alone can make many cars drive slower than tractors, and I am afraid they will break down halfway.

The car drove slowly, and the three people in the car did not speak, and none of them were in a high mood.

From morning to afternoon, after passing two mountain passes, a small village finally appeared in sight.

The rural farmhouses are mostly tile-roofed houses, and there are also a few small buildings of two or three floors. It looks like an ordinary village, a little poor.

The village is not too big, especially the winding road, which is a bit narrow. Fengshayan's big jeep couldn't drive in, so it stopped at the entrance of the village.

The three of them got out of the car and did not go to Wang Zhiyong's house immediately, but went to the old village head's house first to pick up Wang Zhiyong's daughter, Wang Juan.

Xiao Juan'er was only eight or nine years old, dressed in some compact, half-dirty and half-worn calico clothes, with slightly messy twin ponytails, stood timidly at the door of the village chief, looking forward to it.

"dad"

As soon as she saw Wang Zhiyong coming, she ran towards Wang Zhiyong with long hands, calling for her father.

Wang Zhiyong squatted down and hugged his daughter tightly, but the daughter seemed to hug him even tighter, as if he was afraid that Wang Zhiyong would leave again.

Wang Zhiyong comforted in a low voice: "Juanjuan is good, my father invited my brothers and sisters to come back to help grandma, so we don't have to be afraid in the future." '

She raised her head, a flash of panic flashed in her clear pupils, and then carefully looked at Henry Zhang and Feng Shayan, looking at their clothes, with an envious look in her eyes, she asked softly: "Brother and sister, can you Is grandma leaving? '

Henry Zhang nodded, and Fengshayan showed a rare gentle smile. She knelt down, touched Wang Juan's head lightly, and said, "Juanjuan, don't worry, my brother and sister will help you."

"Thank you sister, thank you brother."

The gentleness of Fengshayan made Wang Juan's timidity fade away little by little. Wang Zhiyong showed gratitude to the two of them. He was always helpless because of his daughter's fear, and now he is finally much better.

Wang Zhiyong hugged Wang Juan, and led Henry and Zhang Xuan around the small road in the village. After a few minutes, they came to a slightly dilapidated tile-roofed house.

Although the tile-roofed house has only one floor and is a bit dilapidated, it is not too small. There is a yard for raising chickens in front of it, but now it is empty and lonely.

Wang Zhiyong pushed open two dilapidated wooden doors, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Zhang is here."

The tile-roofed house is a mourning hall, and it looks empty everywhere. Wang Zhiyong should have just finished handling his mother's funeral, and then found that something is wrong. Those paper flowers, soul-calling flags, and many funeral things in the mourning hall have not yet been confiscated. Come down, it's cold and cool.

What Wang Zhiyong pointed to was a small compartment in the tile-roofed house. There was no window, the wooden door was tightly closed, and a new lock was added to it.

Henry Zhang looked at the structure here, the mourning hall occupied most of it, this room should be a bit cramped, he asked: "Uncle Wang, is this your mother's room?"

Wang Zhiyong nodded, his eyes were slightly red, and he said: "My mother lived here before she was alive. In the past few days, as soon as twelve o'clock, there will be voices coming from the room. Juanjuan is afraid, and I am too."

Henry Zhang sighed, and said: "Uncle Wang, give me the key, I'll go in and have a look, you guys find a place to stay for one night tonight, it will be fine tomorrow."

Wang Zhiyong handed the key to Henry Zhang, then nodded and bowed, and said: "Mr. Zhang, if you can, let my mother go more comfortably."

He had a stupid mouth, and didn't know what to say. He choked out such a sentence, but he felt guilty for letting him stay here without face.

As soon as Wang Zhiyong left, Henry Zhang and Feng Shayan found two chairs and a dilapidated small table in the lobby, and sat down.

It is around six o'clock in the afternoon, and there is still some time before twelve o'clock. The two of them have been driving for a day, and now it's time to take a rest.

Henry Zhang took out a lot of snacks from the black coffin space and put them on the table. Feng Shayan glanced at her beautifully, but showed a bit of envy. She said: "Obviously I am the ability to move in space, but I don't have the space like you storage capacity."

Space teleportation is the ability of Fengshayan, a natural alien, who can construct space channels within a certain range and travel through space.

However, it is not easy to build a storage space. It needs to open up and solidify a stable space, which not only requires a strong cultivation, but also needs some things as a medium.

Henry Zhang smiled and handed a small bread to Feng Shayan, and said: "Actually, Taoism has a legend about the universe in its sleeves, and there are some methods. If you want it, there is a way."

"any solution?"

Fengshayan twitched her eyebrows, but she became interested and asked aloud.

Henry Zhangdao: "Have you forgotten that I have been studying the refining device recently?"

"Huh? Have you made progress again?"

Fengshayan showed a surprised look on her face. Henry Zhang is really a monster. Although she didn't know the specific situation, she faintly felt that Zhang Xuan was only making progress every day. Everyone was the same age, and it was really incomparable to compare people.

Henry Zhang finished eating the beef jerky in his hand, wiped his hands and said: "I will carve the runes, and then you can use your unique qi to refine the magic weapon, and maybe you can make a space ring."

Fengshayan's beautiful eyes were shining brightly, the corners of her mouth raised, her heart moved, and she said, "You can try it."

Time passed gradually, the two of them were chatting and chatting, and it was past eleven o'clock before they knew it, and the twelve o'clock bell rang.

Suddenly there was a "click" in the secluded room, followed by a rustling sound, Henry Zhang's eyes moved slightly, and he said, "It's time to see."

(End of this chapter)