The best survival in troubled times

"Mom, why did you come to see me?"

"Your father just sits there doing nothing all day long. I don't know why there are so many things in the day. He asked me to call him. If you didn't say it, I would have forgotten it."

"Then go and have a look. I saw my dad this morning. What's wrong with him? Is he feeling unwell?"

"What's wrong with him? He has those broken treasures for you to take a look at. Just take a look. I've seen him wipe those broken things eight hundred times a day and still can't see the use of them?"

Pearl and the old lady came to the room where the old man and the old lady lived, and saw the old man wiping a box made of bamboo on the kang.

"Sit down quickly."

"Sit down and take a look at your father's precious treasure. It's his lifeblood."

"Go and call the boss, the second, and the third. I have something to tell them."

The sons came in when they heard what the old man said today, without the old lady calling them.

Pearl felt that there was no privacy at all in this home. Talking in the house could be heard clearly in the yard, but there was nothing she could do about it, that was it.

"Dad, are you okay with the three of us?"

"This is the bottom-of-the-line item in our family. Is it just enough to give you brothers and sisters a few points?"

The eyes of the three brothers gleamed when they saw it, thinking that the box they had watched since they were children could finally be divided.

Look at the pearl again. If you want to get a share, give it to him. Otherwise, give it to the fourth child. Now that the fourth child can't get a share, give it to the fifth child.

When the old man opened the box, there was this yellow paper-like book in the box.

Those books seemed to be broken at any time as soon as I opened them.

"This box is our treasure. Let's see how many copies each of you takes."

The three sons looked at each other and knew the importance of books. After thinking about it, they walked over and picked up the books one by one. After flipping through them, the three sons looked at each other and no one wanted them.

Because there are very few words in this book, some of them take up an entire article.

"Dad, this is really passed down from our family. My grandfather gave it to us."

"No, it was when I worked for others in the past, and the family gave me a salary deduction. I thought it was a treasure, so I took it back."

The three sons looked at each other and felt discouraged. It didn't matter whether they wanted the treasure or not. The person in charge had to take it back. If the old man was in a bad mood, he would have to take it back.

"Dad, I don't want it anymore. I'm the boss. Let the three of them share this thing."

"Dad, I don't want it anymore. I'm the second child and let them share it. If they share it just right, they will share it equally. Otherwise, wouldn't it be fair?"

Wang Ping read and flipped through it for a long time, and there were actually some stories in it. Some of those stories could still be heard, but some could not be heard.

But how much do you still know Wang Ping?

Wang Ping wondered what he would do with taking these books back? The paper of the book made a squeaking sound when I flipped through it, as if it was about to break at any moment.

"Mom and dad, give this book to Zhenzhu. In our family, Zhenzhu is studying now. If you give it to us, it will be useless. After Zhenzhu has finished reading it, won't it be over and he will teach his nephews and nieces? What are you doing for us? We can't study anymore when we are so old. It’s too late.”

Pearl saw that several people didn't want them at all, so Pearl walked over.

"This book looks very good. Why don't you each take a few copies to read to your children?"

The three of them shook their heads quickly. They didn't want anyone. If they wanted to, go to town and find a storyteller's place to listen. It's free and you don't know what it means. You have to look hard at it.

The three of them thought that the old man’s rattan village beside the bamboo was filled with good things. Now they know that it is nothing but some garbled stories.

Then there are some books about little people, and those people are not fully drawn.

"We don't want you to learn. Just study hard and teach your nephews and nieces. They don't know anything, so just teach them how to read and write. You don't need to teach them these stories or anything like that. It will be in vain if you pay them."

The three people nodded to each other and Wotou left.

The three people walked outside and looked at each other.

"Brother, what do you mean by daddy? He suddenly wants to divide this thing between us. What do you think he will get if we divide it? I read those books eight hundred times when I was a child."

"Who says it's not? When we don't have pearls, why don't we read them? Let's not confirm those books. We have read them many times.

What's the use? How many people in the village know those stories? And then there are those villains. If we tore up the book every time we didn't get beaten? "

"Brother, please say something."

"Maybe dad thinks it's a treasure, it's a treasure. If he gives you pearls, just give them. I don't want you to go and get them if you want them."

The two people shook their heads quickly, neither of them wanted it. The old man also shook his head, very disappointed.

"That's it. When will people get up? Forget it, just pull them down if they don't want them. Take a look and take whichever book you like. If you like them all, take them all."

Pearl looked at it and found that these little books were very strange. The kung fu she practiced seemed to be a bit like her own, not complete at all.

But there seems to be something wrong with this box of villains.

"Dad, where did our book come from?"

"At that time, your mother and I had just met, got married, and were still on the run. Your mother kindly saved an injured man, and he gave it to us. He said it was a treasure, and he said it would make us rich.

So the fourth child often wanted him. In fact, he had seen it many times when he was young, but he didn't believe me even if I told him. Now the three of them have also seen it. If the three of them don't want it, I'll give it to you.

In the future, if you become successful, you can take care of them if you want. "

The old man touched the books, cherishing each one very much, and finally sighed.

"I want every child to have a good life, and I want to give them the best life, but I can't do that, your father."

"Stop talking about your cliche things. Just say what you need to say."

The old man coughed twice, his face turned a little dark and a little red, and he knew it was because the old lady didn't like to hear what he had to say.

"You can take it back. Dad knows it will be useful if you take it back. If they can't understand it, that's because they are not destined for it."

Pearl nodded and took the books back in piles.

Pearl hugged her back and put all the books on the kang.

I opened all the little books wherever there were them, and put my own incomplete ones together.

Pearl looked at it for a long time and finally could understand.

Since they can connect to the little people in their books, they actually have a dot from the head to the abdomen, and they can still be connected.

"Did someone from your system fall into this time and space and let the old man pick up the things?"