Those years when I was a tool person

In Cuijiazhuang, which is tens of miles away from Fuchuan Town, Cui Qiao pushed open the courtyard door. Seeing his father and mother sitting in the courtyard, he took the hoe off his shoulder and stuck it in the corner of the wall.

"Father, mother, are you still asleep?"

Cui's mother handed him a bowl of water at the right time, while Cui's father sat by the side with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking, and remained silent.

"What's the matter?" Cui Qiao saw that something was wrong with her parents, and asked in surprise.

"Mu Yuan, I discussed it with your father, you go to town tomorrow and sell that old hen at home."

Cui Qiao, courtesy name Muyuan.

Hearing Cui's mother's words, Cui Qiao frowned in disapproval. The only hen left in the family kept laying eggs to hatch the chicks. Selling it meant losing another way to make money.

Cui's father saw that his son was not happy, so he coughed a few times before he opened his mouth, wishing he could split the sentence into three sentences: "In two days...cough cough... the master in the town will start a class, cough cough cough "If you don't collect enough money, what will you give the teacher?"

After Cui's father said this, he hung his head and coughed until the sky was dark. Cui's mother hurriedly poured water for him and patted his back, while continuing to arrange for her son: "The hen is sold, and I will get the tuition fee for you first. When the food comes down, we save it, and then we can buy another chick, raise it from a young age, and it won’t be long before it can lay eggs.”

Cui Qiao lowered her head and said nothing. He didn't want to learn from his master, nor did he want to study, but he had mentioned it to his parents many times, but it was useless.

When Cui's father saw him like this, he knew that he had other thoughts that he shouldn't have: "Don't, don't say that you don't want to cough cough... don't want to study, our Cui family... even if we are in decline, we can't stop studying."

Cui Qiao felt depressed.

When Cui’s father was young, the Cui family was still a prominent family in the county and a scholarly family, but in the 30 years in Hedong and the 30 years in Hexi, Cui Qiao’s grandfather did not live up to it. Lost completely.

People are most afraid of gaining and losing. Cui's father has witnessed how beautiful the Cui family was before, and he always feels that the Cui family village should not be the home of their family.

Father Cui, who has a deep obsession with honoring the lintel and restoring the past glory of the Cui family, pins all his hopes on Cui Qiao.

How deep is the obsession?

Cui's father suffers from serious tuberculosis and knows that he won't live for a few years. Cui Qiao earns money to buy him medicine, but he doesn't want to take it. He just wants to keep the money and let his son study.

Cui Qiao resisted at first, saying that she didn't like reading.

But after seeing the sacrifices made by his parents to let him study, the words of rejection gradually became unspeakable.

The two old people have thought about it all their lives, that their son can study and become an official, and that one day they will bring the dusty plaque of the Cui family out of Fuchuan Town.

The next day, the weather was fine.

Early in the morning, Rong Ying asked Yun Wan to wake up all the girls in the building.

The girls worked the night shift, they turned day and night and never woke up in the morning. It was inevitable that they would feel angry when they were called out suddenly, but because Rongying was the boss, they dared not speak out.

Rongying noticed it, but he didn't care.

"Yunwan, you take them to the backyard for morning lessons, just like you usually do, let them follow your movements."

Yun Wan glanced at the people who were standing crookedly, wishing they could fall asleep on the spot, a little embarrassed: "Do you really want them to follow suit?"

Her habit of doing morning lessons has been developed since she was a child, and the intensity is also based on the standard of daily training in the military camp. It seems a bit embarrassing for a group of weak women to follow her.

Rong Ying smiled slyly: "If you can't, you can scare them, but don't be too strict. My goal is to get them to get up early."

Seeing the boss's smile, Yun Wan felt that her hairs were standing on end, how could such a gentle person like Xiao Hou Ye be so unreasonable in starting a business?

People used to have to stay up late for work, but now that they don't even have the right to stay in bed, Iron Man can't stand such torture!

Is this something that humans can do?

Rong Ying didn't know how the future oiran of his family would slander him, so he went out waving the folding fan in his hand.

Behind him, the girls who were coaxed and scared by Yun Wan and rushed to the backyard complained endlessly, cursing the new boss in their hearts for being inhuman.

"Ah!"

Rong Ying sneezed, rubbed his nose, and continued to walk towards Caishikou in the center of the town.

Cui Qiao had indeed arrived.

Just where he stepped on yesterday.

Rong Ying put away the folding fan with a bang, and walked over slowly.

Cui Qiao is tall and tall. He is dressed in gray linen, but his hair is neatly combed, which is the hairstyle often worn by scholars in the town.

He was sitting on a pony saddle, he couldn't even stretch his legs, but his hands moved up and down nimbly, weaving something with thin bamboo strips.

The old hen was placed in front of him, her two paws were tightly tied together, as if she knew that her death was coming, and her small eyes were full of unresolved sadness.

Sensing someone walking towards her, Cui Qiao didn't raise her head: "Do you want to buy a chicken? The old hen raised at home can be taken home to lay eggs and make soup."

Rong Ying poked the hen's mouth with a fan with a smile: "How much is your chicken?"

Cui Qiao caught a glimpse of Rong Ying's actions from the corner of her eye, and was not very happy: "A hanging money."

"It's too expensive for a sling. I could buy a sheep elsewhere."

Cui Qiao was impatient, he threw the half-finished manual work on the ground: "That's the price here, whether you like it or not!"

Raising her head and facing Shang Rongying's smiling eyes, Cui Qiao was taken aback for a moment, and said in a vicious voice, "If you don't buy it, leave quickly, don't block me from doing business."

Rong Ying was not angry after being yelled at: "I want to buy it, but this big brother, if you can't see that I am rich, then kill me. Although I have a lot of money, I am not stupid. What is a chicken worth?" That much money?"

Cui Qiao blushed with anger: "Who killed you?"

He just couldn't understand the young man's behavior of poking his chicken casually, thinking that he was just asking the price casually and didn't really want to buy it, so he just quoted a random price to deal with him.

How could he really ask someone for a penny? !

The hens he sells are made of meat and not gold.

"Then tell me how much the chicken sold for."

Cui Qiao was furious: "Forty Wen!"

Rong Ying took out a string of copper coins from his pocket: "You deliver the goods to your door, and I'll pay you a penny."

Cui Qiao was going crazy: "Can't you take it yourself?"

Rong Ying smiled gently: "Look carefully at my clothes, do you look like someone who would walk around the street with a chicken?"

Cui Qiao: "..."

I don't care if you look like it or not!

After all, Cui Qiao agreed to help deliver the chickens, but he repeatedly stated in advance that he only wanted the forty coins he deserved, and he didn't want any more.

Rong Ying was very moved by this: "Brother, you are so kind."

Cui Qiao didn't really want his praise, he didn't want the money because he wanted face.

Do not steam the buns to fight for breath.

Are rich people amazing?

Cui Qiao angrily mentioned the hen that was pretending to be dead on the ground: "Where are you sending it?"

Rong Ying pointed in the direction with the folding fan in his hand: "Lianchun Tower."

Cui Qiao looked strange: "You go to the brothel and bring your own chicken?"

Rong Ying: "..."

Trying to ignore a certain word that has developed an extended meaning in modern times, Rong Ying coughed: "Don't misunderstand, I am the boss there, and I bought the chicken to reward the girls in the building."

Cui Qiao found it strange when he heard this, but he didn't show it. It's not like he has never seen a man as a bustard.

Sun Wuliang, the former owner of Lianchunlou, was a man.

He just felt that the young man in front of him with red lips, white teeth, delicate appearance, and gentle smile had an inexplicable sense of disharmony with that kind of place of fireworks.

But he's not a meddler.

What happened to others, it was not his turn to comment.

Seeing that Cui Qiao was about to leave with the chicken, Rong Ying asked, "Aren't you taking these things with you?"

He pointed to the half-work done by Cui Qiao on the ground.

Cui Qiao glanced at the bamboo strips piled up in the corner: "No one will touch some worthless things."

"Not always."

Rong Ying lifted up her robe and squatted down, hugging the pile of things in her arms: "You are kind enough to help me deliver the chickens. If I lose something because of this, then I will be too sorry. Anyway, I am empty-handed, so I will help you." Let's take it away together."

Cui Qiao took a step behind. He looked at the back of the young man who was walking in front, his mind was turning around and almost knotted, and he still couldn't figure it out.

What's wrong?Cui Qiao thought.

This person didn't want to take the chicken, but was willing to hold a bunch of bamboo sticks instead.

Are these in line with his image?

"Did you make up this fish basket?"

When Rong Ying asked suddenly, Cui Qiao was taken aback.

When there was no response, Rong Ying turned around with a puzzled look on his face.

Cui Qiao's expression was unnatural: "It's an arrow basket, it hasn't been compiled yet."

Rong Ying was stunned, and after a while he came back to his senses: "Is it the arrow basket? I think it is quite beautiful. Will you sell it after you make it up? How about selling it to me when the time comes, the price is negotiable."

"This is not for sale."

Rejected subconsciously, Cui Qiao keenly noticed that the young man's mood had changed. Although there was no change on his face, the whole person felt as if he suddenly became sad.

Cui Qiao couldn't help explaining: "This is the first time I've done it, and I'm not very skilled yet. If you want it, I'll make it up for you after I really learn it."

"Well, good." Rong Ying said.

Seeing the young man happy again, Cui Qiao was secretly relieved.

Walking all the way to the door of Lianchun Tower, he suddenly realized, what does it matter to him whether the person in front of him is happy or sad?

It's really salty to eat radish and worry about it!

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