Quickly wear this villain is too stable

Chapter 170 Chapter 168 Chapter 80s, Ome, you are poisonous (6)

"I ate, what do you eat?"

Pirates have their own way, people treat her well, she can't rely on others' favors to be confident.

She was afraid, a little bit of warmth was seen by others, and then it was taken away.

"Give me your fried salt."

"Fried salt is not good, you can eat your own food, I will eat fried salt myself."

"If I tell you to change it, you can change it, otherwise, I will go to your dormitory to change it." Zhang Feng's attitude was extremely firm.

"Then how about we have half of each of us?" Zhang Luo made a concession.

"kindness!"

Zhang Feng took the frying salt jar from the boss, picked up a few slices of green vegetables and put them on top randomly, tightened the lid tightly, and put it away with him.

"Do you have enough rice? I'll give you some here." Zhang Feng said and handed a small bag of rice to Zhang Luo.

"You have to eat enough." Seeing that Yun Luo was indifferent, he added.

"But if I'm full, you won't be full." Zhang Luo knew that Zhang Feng's family was not rich, even though he was a boy's family who doted on him a bit.

But they are all planed in the ground, which one is not a catty, not to mention he and his grandfather are the only ones in Zhang Feng's family.

Life may be more difficult.

"I'm a boy fighting against hunger. Besides, I have a way to take care of myself."

"do not worry."

It was only later that Zhang Luo found out that Zhang Feng used his spare time to help the carpenters in the town with some work, or went up the mountain to pick up some things for money.

The days passed by tightening the belt.

More than half of the autumn has passed... Someone approved the wood thirty miles away from the village.

The road is rough, and the bullock carts can't drive it in. It takes a little bit of strength to carry it out.

The money is calculated by weight, and two catties of wood is paid a penny, and the boss in the town is very happy, and he will pay it now.

For a while, there was an endless stream of people who worked tirelessly to carry logs.

"Is your grandfather feeling better?" Yun Luo asked anxiously.

Zhang Feng supported the wooden plank on his shoulder with a stick, took a breath and said, "I told you not to fight against the wooden plank, you must listen."

"But you also carry it."

And it doesn't fall a day.

"I'm a man, and it's only natural to do dirty and tiring work." Zhang Feng argued.

"But my family never raised me as a baby girl." Yun Luo said stubbornly.

"Is your grandfather getting better?" A few days ago, Yun Luo heard people in the village intermittently saying that Zhang Feng's grandfather was probably dying.

"People are mortal, right?" Zhang Feng didn't answer Yun Luo's words directly.

"But········"

"Are you afraid that I will have no relatives in the future?" Zhang Feng paused, looked at Yun Luo with bright eyes and smiled wryly, "Don't I still have you?"

In the original plot, Zhang Feng's only family member also failed to survive this winter.

It is now the end of autumn.

"I'm afraid you will be sad." Yun Luo lowered his head and whispered.

Zhang Feng freed up one hand, stroked Yun Luo's hair and said, "Don't be sad, people will inevitably suffer from life, old age, sickness and death after eating whole grains."

Yun Luo sniffed heavily, and staggered ahead carrying a heavy wooden plank.

Her thin body seemed extraordinarily lonely.

"Zhang Feng, this is the money I've saved over the years. Can you see if it can treat your grandfather?" Yun Luo held a glass jar.

The jars were brimming with dime and coins.

Zhang Feng lowered his head and glanced at Yun Luo's money jar.

This girl usually pays every penny when she sells things, but she didn't expect to buy them all at once.

Er Gouzi sneered [Xiao Luoluo, look at you, you don't need the child of luck to be persuasive, you have already put your face on it. 】

You have to know how many days and nights, the boss sleeps with this glass jar in his arms.

Even when she had a cold, she was reluctant to buy a tetracycline for vegetarian food.

It is said that money should be used wisely.

It turned out that the blade that Yun Luo was talking about was actually like this.

"Leave it alone, my grandfather is getting old, so he's at the end of his life." Zhang Feng said calmly.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough... Is it Yunluo?" Intermittent voices came from inside the room.

Yun Luo carried the money jar into the back room.

Although the room is not big and there are many things, Zhang Feng still arranges them neatly and spotlessly.

Even in the slightly open windows, there is still a little sunlight.

There was no unpleasant smell from the chronically ill old man in the room, and there was even a pot of four seasons orchids blooming recklessly, exuding a faint fragrance.

"Good boy... you can sit anywhere, don't be too close to grandpa, be careful and get sick."

"It's okay. I'm strong and strong. Grandpa, I'm rich. If you see a doctor, you'll be fine if you take the medicine."

Yun Luo stubbornly handed over her piggy bank.

"Cough...cough...cough...good boy, grandpa himself knows that Lord Yan has already urged him in his ear, and grandpa is that the rabbit's tail can't grow anymore."

As he spoke, his cloudy eyes fell on Zhang Feng, and he waved to Zhang Feng: "Son, come here."

Zhang Feng walked over dully.

The old grandpa held Zhang Feng's hand and placed it in Yun Luo's palm: "Although grandpa has become presbyopic over the years, he is blind and not blind. If possible, Zhang Feng will entrust it to you."

Yun Luo wanted to withdraw his hand, but Zhang Feng held it tightly.

"Son, after grandpa leaves, dig under the bed where the pickles are placed. You can see the contents inside when you go to the bigger world. You must be admitted to the school in God's Capital. Promise grandpa."

The old man didn't know where the strength came from, and his face, which was originally decayed, suddenly turned red.

He firmly held Zhang Feng's hand and said: "You must be admitted to the school in the imperial capital, promise me, or I will die with regret."

Zhang Feng nodded blankly. After getting the affirmative answer, the old man relaxed, waved his hand and said, "Go and do your homework, I want to sleep for a while."

Yun Luo took Zhang Feng's hand and came to the yard. At the gate of the yard, there was an old persimmon tree growing out of the cracks in the stones, and it was already full of fiery red persimmons.

At this time in previous years, apart from chirping birds all over the yard, there were also some greedy children who came to beat persimmons with thin and long bamboo poles.

It's been really lonely this year.

Zhang Feng took off his shoes, quickly went up to pick a few persimmons and handed them to Yun Luo: "Go back, it's fine."

"Really okay?" Yun Luo asked worriedly.

Zhang Feng nodded and did not speak.

His grandfather still died in the frosty winter, and because Zhang Feng was young and had no other close relatives, the village chief presided over the funeral.

That day, there were a few snow particles scattered in the sky. Although they were not big, they were still cold and painful when they hit the face.

Zhang Feng was wearing a white filial piety, tied around his waist with a rope made of straw.

In his hand, he was holding grandpa's tablet with hundreds of characters written in black.

The surrounding folks also sewed a small black cloth with pins.

Solemn yet indifferent.

Especially in the desolate winter.

Some young children, who don't know the pain of life and death, play around the flying paper coins.

The adults in the family dragged him away and reprimanded him.

The scene was also a little noisy.

Yun Luo looked at the person lying quietly in the coffin, the lid of the coffin was covered three quarters.

On the head of the coffin was a black oil-paper umbrella.

Around the coffin, some white lime was sprinkled.

"Building coffins, lifting coffins, those born in the year of dragon, snake, horse and ox should avoid."

With a chorus, a dedicated person began to proceed in an orderly manner.

The village chief shook his head at Zhang Feng and sighed, "If someone cries, if you can't cry, your grandpa won't leave at ease."

According to the rules of Zhangjia Village, those who died young were buried secretly.

The old people who are dying of life are exaggerating, and it is best for the children and grandchildren to cry heart-piercingly.

Such people seem to be the most filial.

Yun Luo's head was buzzing, and the sound of firecrackers was louder than the sound of firecrackers in his ears.

Zhang Feng gritted his teeth and did not cry after all.

The helpless village chief also knew the child's heart, turned around and discussed with several women, and asked them to cry and sing for 20 yuan.

The originally calm and lonely funeral procession became a little more noisy because of the participation of those women.

The crowd dispersed, and Yun Luo accompanied Zhang Feng to stand on the brand new grave.

Before Zhang Feng took off his filial piety clothes, he looked down at the tombstone and said firmly, "Luoluo, I must take the exam in the capital of God."

"I believe you can do it." Yun Luo hesitated for a moment, then handed Zhang Feng the handkerchief in his hand.

(End of this chapter)