Mr. Jiang is not driving today

Ten rooms and nine empty spaces, pale bones can be seen faintly among the long thatch, and jackdaws land occasionally, tearing off the remaining flesh and blood on the bones, and only after the last trace of bone marrow in the bone cavity are exhausted with their sharp long beaks, they howl in dissatisfaction With a sound, it flapped its wings and flew up, dropping one or two jet-black feathers.

Beside a simple carriage on the official road, a six-year-old boy was pulling the reins, bargaining with the pockmarked man: "A bowl of corn is too little, how about a bowl and a half? My little sister is sick. It's terrible, she just wants to eat a bowl of gruel."

The pockmarked man looked at the handsome and good-looking child suspiciously, thinking that the dry food bag on the carriage did not lack this bowl and a half bowl of corn, but he did not dare to buy it lightly: "You Hongfeng There is a plague in the village, if you are sick, how can you get infected with the goods of my carriage?"

When the word "plague" was mentioned, the childish eyes dimmed for a moment, but he seemed to know that the businessman in front of him didn't like to hang his head and look downcast, forced a smile on his face, and patted his chest confidently: "Recently, the plague is indeed rampant. This plague is very poisonous. If you get infected, you will get sick in a day, and your whole body will contract. It will rot and die in less than a day and a half. The attack time is very short. I will exchange this bowl with myself Half a millet, then I will follow you on the road. I will not enter your carriage. You can tie me up and let me follow the carriage. After a day and a half, if I have no signs of illness, you can let me enter the carriage again good?"

Seeing that although the child was young, his black pupils looked bright and his speech was orderly. The pockmarked man liked it, so he let go: "All right." He turned around and shouted into the carriage, "Second son, Here comes the business! A brat said he would trade himself for food!"

When the curtain of the carriage was lifted, a young boy with flour noodles came out. The child looked in through the open curtain, and found that there were no more than five children, big and small, in the not-so-spacious carriage.

He knew it in his mind, and immediately bent down obediently: "Hi, boss! Boss is rich!"

The little white face and the pockmarked man looked at each other, and the pockmarked man smiled: "It's pretty good, it looks good, it's sweet, and it's a bargain, so it won't hurt anywhere."

The little boy was still a little hesitant: "What if there is a disease? I heard that there has been a plague in Hongfeng Village for a month. If it weren't for being closer to Longyun Town, the ghost would go this way."

The pock-marked man spat out the dead grass in his mouth: "You are short of a bowl and a half bowl of chewing rice? Even if you die halfway, you won't lose much. Which time the goods don't die? One or two? You are not without seen."

The little white face was so scolded that he rubbed the back of his head resentfully, and turned back into the carriage. The child reacted quickly, and immediately wiped off the stain on the front, shook it off, and walked towards the carriage, waiting earnestly.

After a while, a medium-sized white porcelain bowl with missing corners was stretched out from the car, scooped out a flat bowl of rice, as flat as a bowl of water, the bowl shrank back after the bowl of rice flowed into the child's lapel, Protruding out again, it was the so-called half bowl of rice, which was frighteningly small, just enough to fill the bottom of the bowl.

Before the child could stop it, the half bowl of rice poured into his rice-filled skirt.

The little boy poked his head out of the carriage and lazily said: "The bill is paid."

The child was straightforward, knelt on the ground resolutely, opened his clothes and said, "Boss, be pitiful."

The pockmarked man glared at the little white face, and then the little white face turned back unwillingly, scooped up another half bowl of corn, and splashed it on the ground casually, the little guy was not annoyed, he picked it up one by one, and couldn't help but thank him: " Thank you boss! When I give this rice to my grandmother, I will go with you!"

Hearing this, the pockmarked man turned his head to the little white face and said, "Go with him."

The little white face opened his eyes wide. Just as he was about to protest, the pockmarked man kicked his calf and mouthed angrily, "What if he ran away? Just stare!"

Xiaobailian had no choice but to follow the happy child after getting the rice into Hongfeng Village.

The scene in Hongfeng Village surprised him. The deadly village was full of crows screaming hoarsely. Almost every household had a white banner at the door, which occasionally fluttered a few times with the wind, making a swish sound. The sound of scraping paper rubbing against each other made people's teeth shudder and their hearts go cold.

The little boy walked away frightened, but the little boy looked familiar to all this. He carried corn all the way, made a detour in the village, and entered an old and old yard.

There is a small vegetable bed in the yard, there is no green in it, all you can see is rotten yellow and black, there are a few blowflies flying around the rotten cabbage, the sound of the boy running across the yard startled them all fly.

The little boy was afraid that the good stuff would get lost, but he couldn't stand the disgusting smell of decay and decay in the village, so he pinched his nose and approached the dark door. He rushed out and hid behind the little white face with a chirp. A 50-[-]-year-old woman rushed out holding a broom handle. When she saw the stranger in the courtyard, she knew that the overall situation was settled. She sat down on the steps and burst into tears. With a full face, he said: "You...how dare you sell yourself! You are going to gouge out a knife on grandma! Abi can't keep it, and you can't..."

The little boy felt that the boy's little paws holding the back of his clothes tightened slightly, but the smiling face he showed from his side was still innocent and innocent: "Grandma, Abi didn't suffer from the epidemic, but she was very hungry and full. There will be salvation! I can't carry it on my shoulders or lift it with my hands. In this famine year, opening more mouths is a fatal thing."

As he said that, the boy walked out from behind the little white face, approached the crying old man step by step, reached out and grabbed the back of her shriveled hand, and patted her in relief: "Grandma, I am not your grandson, Abi is your grandson." My granddaughter, I am not important, as long as I can save sister Abi's life, I can repay your kindness of adoption."

The old man was crying so hard that he couldn't speak, the boy wrapped his immature arms around her waist, and after persuading her softly for a long time, he whispered in her ear: "Grandma, I'll go in and see Sister Abi. "

The little boy followed naturally.

The girl lying on the kang was already swollen to the point of being unable to open her eyes, but after hearing the boy's footsteps, she barely raised the corners of her lips, and a small blood was torn from her mouth.Her voice was weaker and more pitiful than the flies that swirled just now: "Brother..."

The boy knelt down on the bed and wiped her lips with a wet towel, tears were already in his eyes, but there was still a warm smile in his voice: "Abi, there is something to eat! "

Abi tilted her head, her immature cheeks were full of innocent desire: "...Really?"

The boy pinched Abi's swollen little cheek: "Of course, brother said he could find something to eat for you."

Abi wanted to laugh, but this simple movement made her cough uncontrollably. The boy immediately moved her back anxiously, and after helping her stop her cough, he said, "My brother is going on a long trip. Don't wait when Abi is at home." Yes. When I come back, I will bring good snacks for Abi."

As soon as Abi heard the dim sum, she would swallow her saliva reflexively. She couldn't see where Jiang Xun was, so she just stretched out her skinny little finger: "Then we have an appointment."

After the boy hooked her, he turned around and stood up, and said to the little boy, "Boss, let's go."

The little white face didn't say anything, turned around and walked out, when he came to the old woman who was still covering her face and weeping, he took out a small cloth bag from his arms, opened it, poured some coarse salt into the palm of his hand, Grab the old woman's pocket and pour the salt into it.

After the old woman identified what it was, her eyes widened and she hurriedly pushed, "No, the old woman can't afford this thing... A pinch of salt in Hongfeng Village is more expensive than gold now..."

But the little white face insisted on closing the old woman's pockets, and said: "I also have a younger sister. She died when fleeing famine a few years ago, because of lack of this thing."

The old woman stopped talking, and only wept secretly. When the boy passed by her, he kissed her old teary cheek again, and she didn't stop him. She didn't look up again until the boy walked out of the courtyard. He glanced.

All the way without a word, as soon as they reached the entrance of the village, the two bumped into a group of people head-on.

The leader is a plump and handsome young man in colored glaze white clothes. The people behind him are all dressed in the same attire as him, with jade around their waists and each carrying a sword.As soon as the boy turned his eyes, he saw a boy of his own age following the young man. He had a high-end temperament and wore a double-ringed sapphire pendant on his waist. His pair of indifferent eyes seemed to ignore everything in this world.

The boy was not afraid of people by nature, and when he saw these people who had never met for a living, he didn't feel the slightest bit of trepidation, and he took the initiative to greet them: "What are you here for? There is a plague in the village, it is very dangerous."

The leading boy didn't answer, but cast a wink behind him, and a child of his own age stood up behind him and asked, "Are you from Hongfeng Village?"

After the boy nodded his head, he felt a warm hand pressed against his hair. When he looked up, he could only see a thin layer of light shining in his hair, and he couldn't help thinking.

The boy from the aristocratic family turned his head: "This person does not have the poison of the plague..."

Before he could finish speaking, his hand was pinched.

The boy from the aristocratic family turned around in surprise, and found that the handsome little boy was eagerly grabbing his fingers, and asked, "Are you gods?"

The boy from the aristocratic family didn't want to pull his hand back directly, so he let him hold it: "We are from the Dongshan Yu clan."

The light in the boy's eyes became brighter: "This..."

He couldn't call out the name of the handsome and luxuriously dressed man in front of him, only saw that he was about the same age as himself, and blurted out as soon as he rolled his eyes: "This fairy brother! Can I ask you a favor? I’m leaving, but the grandmother who adopted me is nearly sixty years old, and my younger sister, Abi, is also seriously ill. Can I ask you to take care of me? My grandmother’s birthday is the first day of November, and my younger sister’s birthday is…”

The boy from the aristocratic family opened his mouth, as if he wanted to argue that he was not some kind of god, but after patiently listening to the boy explain clearly, he said briefly, "I see."

The boy swooped forward and embraced the boy from the aristocratic family. The latter was caught off guard and couldn't react to his kiss on the cheek.

The boy's lively and smiling face shook in front of the boy from the family, so bright that the latter couldn't help but look away: "What's your name? Where are you going?"

The boy did not answer the second question of the boy from the family. He knew that these people in front of him were graceful and luxurious, and if he begged them to help him redeem himself, they would not refuse, but since he had rented himself out, he definitely would not ask anyone to buy him back. Reason, he has read some books, and he knows the truth that once a word is said, it is hard to follow.Besides, if he went to a faraway place, if he had extra money, he could still send it home to supplement his family, and live his whole life dependent on others. He didn't like this.

He smiled brightly: "My name is Jiang Xun! Little brother, after you enter the village, you can ask any family to know where my home is!...By the way, little brother, what is your name?"

The boy from the aristocratic family lowered his head, looked at Jiang Xun, who had shining black eyes, and replied, "My surname is Yu, and I have one character, Miao, and I have nine characters in my family."

Xiao Jiang Xun smiled brightly, and rushed forward again, wrapped his arms around the back of Yu Miao's neck, and rubbed him affectionately: "Then, Brother Nine, we are destined to meet again!"