Jincheng flower hour

Gouzi followed Zhuang Yang upstairs and stood outside Zhuang Yang's bedroom.Zhuang Yang went into the dormitory to fetch old clothes. What he took were two coarse clothes, one for the other.Zhuang Yang has a lot of old clothes, made of good materials, and his mother will resize them down and give them to A Ping to wear. The dealer does not care about coarse clothes.

"This is what I wore last year. I'm a little small. It should fit you."

Zhuang Yang handed the clothes to Quan Zi, Quan Zi took it, and hugged the clothes in his arms. When he put the clothes in his arms, he smelled the smell of vanilla, which was the smell of incense from the clothes.

"What happened to your wound?"

Zhuang Yang held up Quanzi's hand. It was a rough hand. The fingers were bruised. Several nails were bleeding. The dark red blood was coagulated between the fingers, and there were many small cuts. Cuts from very thin and sharp objects, this is the scar on the finger, and the palm was directly wrapped in a cloth strip, which was dirty and stained with blood.

Quanzi wanted to withdraw his hand, but Zhuang Yang persisted. Quanzi raised his head and stared at Zhuang Yang.

"I have a box of ointment here. When you sleep at night, wash your hands and apply the ointment."

A small round lacquer box was placed in Quanzi's palm, at this moment, Zhuang Yang let go of the hand holding Quanzi.

Quanzi quickly withdrew his hand, held the lacquer box, and looked at Zhuang Yang with puzzlement and suspicion in his eyes.

This person is not related to him, why is he so kind to him?

"Don't be afraid, I just saw that you are about the same age as Aping, but you have suffered a lot."

When Zhuang Yang talked about A Ping, his eyes fell on A Ping, who was probing his head. The dog followed him and saw the timid boy.

"Oh."

Quanzi responded, looking very indifferent, he was not afraid, but troubled.And he didn't understand why he and this boy—it seemed to be the boy's younger brother, who were about the same age and had a hard life, the boy had to treat him so well.He had never heard of such a thing, nor had he encountered it before.In the dog's eyes, this is unbelievable.

"When it's harvested in autumn, I will return your rice, clothes, and plaster."

Quanzi didn't want to take people's things for nothing, and his mother taught him since he was a child that if he took people's things, he had to return them.

"it is good."

Zhuang Yang smiled, thinking that the child was wary of others, and he seemed to have a lot of backbone.How can he need a dog to return these things.

"I can dig bamboo shoots, weave bamboo baskets, and plant land. If there is a need for me, tell me, and I will come to help."

When Gouzi said these words, like an adult, he hugged his clothes, saluted hurriedly, then turned and went downstairs.

Zhuang Yang was on the veranda on the second floor, watching the figure of the dog leave the yard, and watched him go around to the back of the Zhushan house.This early in the morning, before the servants in the courtyard got up to work, the dog had already cut the bamboo.

"Brother, why did you give him clothes?"

A Ping came over to ask Zhuang Yang, who had been hiding and watching just now.

"It's just two coarse clothes. He just needs clothes. Ah Ping, come and have a look."

Zhuang Yang led A Ping to his dormitory. He pointed to a window. Outside the window, the figure of a dog dragging bamboo in the forest could be seen.

"Brother, I must study hard."

A Ping felt uncomfortable, thinking that his elder brother was going to teach him with children from poor families.

"It's just that you don't want to dislike others just because they are poor and humble."

"Well, I see."

A Ping felt that everything his brother said was right.

Gouzi dragged the bamboo back home, put the bamboo at the door, and went to his mother with the clothes in his arms.Liu's mother got up early and worked late into the night, burying her head in weaving. She always sat in front of the loom for several hours.

Over the years, she has raised the dog by weaving and working non-stop every day, so she has a mouthful of food.

"Mum, the man from the dealer gave me a set of old clothes."

Quanzi was obviously very happy, and gestured at him with the clothes.

Mother Liu put down the weaving shuttle, rubbed her dry eyes, put her hands on her waist, and stood up slowly. She looked at the good clothes her son was wearing, and also saw his son's clothes that were almost torn into strips.

"Boy, go and change your clothes."

Mother Liu patted her son's head, feeling sad.As a mother, she didn't notice that the child was dressed so raggedly, like a little beggar, that he was not as careful as an outsider, thanks to the benevolence of the farmer.

"Okay, Mom, I think the sleeves are a bit long."

"Go and change it first, and Mom will see where it needs to be changed."

Gouzi went back to his dormitory, took off the clothes on his body, wanted to put on Zhuang Yang's old clothes, picked up the clothes and brought them to his nose and smelled them, there was indeed a fragrance, he raised his arms to smell them again, he smelled of sweat.The dog didn't change his clothes immediately, but carried water to the house to take a bath.After cleaning, he changed into Zhuang Yang's clothes.

These days, I am too tired. Only when my body is smelly, the dog will take advantage of the night and jump into the river to wash it casually.Today he washed carefully and was tidy before he changed into Zhuang Yang's clothes.

Sure enough, the sleeves and skirts have grown a lot. Zhuang Yang is two years older than Quanzi, and he is taller than Quanzi.

Quanzi opened his arms, Mother Liu rolled up the sleeves that were too long, and sewed them short with a needle and thread.The child grows very fast, and will grow taller next year, and then the sewn part will be taken apart.The sleeves are shortened, and then the lower garment is treated in the same way.

Since he was a child, the dog has never worn decent clothes. Although the clothes are old clothes, they are in good condition and there is no trace of wearing them. It looks like a new set of clothes.

"Come here, Mom will help you comb your hair."

Quanzi squatted obediently, and Liu's mother took a comb and carefully combed Quanzi's usual visible boy's bun, and wrapped a black beard around it.

After cleaning up this time, the dog has a completely new look.Previously, he was a beggar, but now he is a handsome and tall young man.

Between his eyebrows and eyes, he looked very much like his father who had never returned.

Mother Liu sighed, not knowing whether to be relieved or sad.

"Brought old clothes to my mother, I need to sew them, and they are almost rags."

Liu's mother never felt sorry for herself, and she had nothing to regret when she chose Liu's father, at least leaving her with such a son.

"You have to thank Mr. Zhuangjia, he is really a rare good man in the world."

Liu's mother had never seen the Zhuang's gentleman that Quanzi was talking about, but this man first gave rice and grain, and then gave Quanzi old clothes. It can be seen that he is an extremely caring person.

"Ah."

Quanzi nodded, he knew that he should be rewarded for being kind.

Before going to bed at night, under the moonlight, Quanzi opened the small round lacquer box that Zhuang Yang gave him, and smelled the smell of medicinal herbs.The ointment was blue in color, and it was cold and cool when applied to the scar on the palm, making it very comfortable.

In order to make ends meet, Mother Liu stays by the loom all day long, and doesn't care much about the dog.Quanzi often has injuries on his body, and he always feels that he will recover from small injuries.It turned out that there was still medicine to be applied. The dog lay on the mat and looked at the lacquer box in his hand.

Although his hands are injured, Gouzi still cuts bamboo and makes bamboo sticks.The bean field needs to be surrounded by fences to prevent small animals from entering the bean field to eat.

After drinking a bowl of rice porridge early in the morning, the dog started to work.He cut the bamboo strips first, then carried them to the edge of the field, inserted the bamboo strips into the cultivated soil, inserted them in a row, and wove them into a fence with hemp rope.

A person has no one to help, so he can only take his time, and there is no rush.

Insert the first row of bamboo strips, wrap the hemp rope, and stand far away to see if it is neat, not only the holes must be dense, but also it needs to be beautiful.

"Brother Dog, what are you doing?"

Hearing a clear female voice, Quanzi turned around and saw Zhuang Lan standing beside him.Not only Zhuang Lan came, but also a shy boy with a little yellow dog.

Quanzi didn't want to talk to Zhuang Lan at first, but he remembered how gentle Zhuang Yang treated him.

"Fence the beanfields."

"I'll help you, and I will too."

Zhuang Lan picked up the bamboo sticks from the ground, trying to help out.

Seeing her enthusiastic look, Quanzi thought that there was a shortage of manpower anyway, and this girl was very loud, so if she didn't help her, he would probably pester him, like he was asked to make up a basket last time.

"Don't step on the bean seedlings. Go this way. Bamboo sticks are inserted into the soil like this, row by row."

"Is that so?"

"Put them in rows one by one and keep them neat."

Quanzi taught Zhuang Lan how to insert bamboo sticks, and he taught them seriously.

Zhuang Lan had never worked in the fields. The farmer had many fields, which were cultivated by tenant farmers and servants.She only thought it was fun, and found it very interesting and full of interest.

A Ping stood aside and watched cautiously. He was introverted and was not good at talking and getting along with strangers.

"Ping, give me the bamboo stick."

Zhuang Lan inserted a bamboo stick and called out to A Ping, a large bundle of bamboo sticks was at A Ping's feet.

"Give."

A Ping picked up one and handed it to Zhuang Lan.

"Are you brothers and sisters?"

Quanzi felt that the two had completely different personalities.

"Well, Ah Ping is my elder brother."

"What about the man with the tapir?"

Quanzi thinks that person should be their elder brother, but he still doesn't know how many people there are in the dealer and what their relationship is.

"That's our brother Zhong, that tapir is called bamboo shoot."

When Zhuang Lan talked about Zhuang Yang, the corners of her mouth turned up, looking very proud.

Gouzi tied the bamboo strips with hemp rope, and found it strange that the tapir cub had a name.

"Brother Dog... Zi, the bamboo sticks are all used up."

Aping called it like Zhuang Lan. He looked at Quanzi and felt that Quanzi was older than him, but they were actually the same age.

"I'm going to cut a few more. I don't need your help. I'll do the rest myself."

"Brother Dog, where do you keep your sheep?"

"Behind the house."

"Why don't you have any chickens?"

"No."

"Why don't you raise cattle, you need to raise cattle for arable land."

"..."

Gouzi split the bamboo with a machete, making a crackling noise.

A Ping leaned into Zhuang Lan's ear and said, "Don't ask any more questions, don't make brother dog angry."

"It won't matter if you ask."

Zhuang Lan was not afraid at all, she sat on the mat and took out two bamboo strips to play with.

"Brother Dog, can you teach me how to weave a basket?"

A Ping ignored Zhuang Lan, thinking that she would definitely be punished in a while, so he walked by the river, squatting down to play with omelets.

Looking up, he saw an elegant man walking from the other side of the river, it was his elder brother Zhuang Yang.Zhuang Yang crossed the wooden bridge with bamboo shoots at his side.

He probably came here because he saw that they were all on the other side of the river.

"Brother."

A Ping called him happily.

Quanzi immediately looked up and saw that Zhuang Yang had passed the wooden bridge and was walking towards them.

At dusk, the setting sun shines on a dog and a tapir, three children and a handsome young man.

A bonfire was lit in the wooden house beside them, a small river flowed in front of the house, and the distant mountains were covered with sunset glow, which was as beautiful as a painting for a moment.