Farming Comb Paintings Return Home

It was still quite cold the next day, and I don't know when this cold spring will pass.

Before dawn in the morning, Li Cong got up early as usual.Because there were too many things yesterday, he forgot to go to the village head's house to bring vegetables back, so he woke up and got off the couch softly, washed up a bit, then pushed the cart out to the village head's house.Before leaving, seeing Xiao Xian was in a deep sleep, and he didn't disturb him when he got up, thinking that it would not take long to go back and forth to the county, so he left alone without notifying Xiao Xian.

Li Cong bent over and pushed the cart, putting as much strength on his arms as possible, so as not to let the loud rutting sound wake up the sleeping people in the village.Shanqiao Village is not big, but there is still some distance between my house at the entrance of the village and the headman's house at the end of the village. It was dark and every house was locked up. There was no light in sight, and the road was quite difficult. Fortunately, Li Cong He has good ears and eyes, and is familiar with every place in the village. He is familiar with the road, and he can see the brick house of the village chief's house after a short walk.But when he got closer, Li Cong wondered why there was a faint light of fire near the door in the yard?Could it be a fire?

Although the old village chief also gets up early on weekdays, this meeting is obviously not a good one. Li Cong was a little worried, so he walked a few steps and rushed to the gate of the village chief's house to look inside. It turned out that the old village chief was sitting On the bench next to the pile of Chinese cabbage in front of the house, smoking dry cigarettes, the little fires extinguished and then flourished, and there was an oil lamp at the foot, flickering a dim yellow light in the darkness.The village chief took a few puffs of his cigarette and looked outside from time to time, apparently waiting for him.

"Here we come." Li Cong saw that the village chief was relieved, and at the same time the village chief also saw him. The old man who was over sixty hastily hung down his cigarette pole and put it on the wall, stood up holding the oil lamp and walked quickly to the gate of the yard. He opened the door and let Li Cong push the cart in.

Li Cong responded, and pushed the cart into the yard, saying: "Village chief, why are you up? Don't wait for me, the vegetables are in the yard, I can move them by myself. Go into the house quickly, it's cold today .”

The village head held up an oil lamp to carefully illuminate the road under Li Cong's feet, and led Li Cong to the door of the house, smiling loudly, instead of leaving, he blamed himself first: "It's not a problem, it's not a problem, my baby made a fuss last night. , Forgot about this. I'm so confused, I didn't go to your place to shout, hey."

Li Cong put down the cart, straightened up and said to the village chief, "I should be to blame for forgetting. If there is another time, village chief, please don't wait. Even if I don't come over at night, I will remember it in the morning." Yes, it won't delay your food delivery. It hasn't warmed up yet, so it won't be good if your old man is frozen."

After Li Cong finished speaking, he squatted down to carry the vegetables to the car. The village head put the oil lamp back on the ground. He was about to help, but was persuaded by Li Cong, so he moved a bench and sat next to Li Cong, patted him on the shoulder and said: "It's nothing like that, it's time to get up after a while, my old bones are tough, but you guys have worked hard."

"Where." Li Cong shook his head and smiled, indicating that there was nothing hard to do, and continued to neatly move the piles of Chinese cabbage on the ground into the car and put them neatly.

While Li Cong was moving the vegetables, the village head picked up the tobacco rod, twisted a ball of shredded tobacco from his pocket, pressed it on the top of the pot, blew on the yellow paper fold a few times, lit the shredded tobacco, and began to smoke again.

"Yesterday was a working holiday, why are you still busy?" the village head asked.

"Well, my younger brother came here yesterday. He is sick and has been busy all day just taking care of him." Li Cong replied while busy.

"Brother?" An old voice sounded suspiciously in the dim courtyard, and the old village head frowned, his wrinkled face reflected the faint yellow light of the oil lamp, looking like dried orange peel.

Regarding Li Cong's identity and family background, only the village head and Mrs. Shen, the lonely old lady next to Li Cong, knew about Li Cong's identity and family background. As for these two old people, Li Cong looked like his father again, so he was recognized by the village head and Aunt Shen, who had been taken care of by his son as a benefactor all these years, and no one in the village knew about it.So hearing what Li Cong said, the old village head became more and more confused.He knew that Li Cong had a younger brother, but didn't that younger brother die long before Li Cong's family died?There is still a memorial tablet in Li Cong's room, so why is another younger brother coming out now?

Li Cong saw the village head's doubts, and didn't stop what he was doing. He just took up the quarrel and said, "It's my brother who was lost when I was young. I just found him yesterday."

"It's also... your father's son?" Thinking about Li Cong's words, the village head held up the cigarette stick and smashed it on the ground a few times, pouring out the embers of tobacco, and was not in a hurry to smoke again. Instead, he asked without hesitation.

Li Cong stepped on the cart and tightened the rope to tie up the cart of vegetables, but he was thinking in his mind that if Qu Xian's identity was known to too many people, trouble would definitely arise.Most people in the world still treat men with contempt and contempt like Ru Qiu, without knowing that they are actually suffering a lot.If given a choice, who would be willing to be a maid?Even the village head, who treats him like his own son, would find it difficult if he knew about Qu Xian.

Speaking of himself, now that he is alone, he is not afraid that accepting a young man as his younger brother will humiliate the Li family.The reputation of his Li family has long been wiped out, so there is nothing to worry about.

So Li Cong didn't say much, just nodded and said, "Yes."

"Oh, what a crime." There is really no other way to describe the affairs of Li Cong's family other than good luck.The old village head sighed deeply, and asked again: "Is your younger brother sick? Have you seen the doctor?"

Knowing that the crime the old village chief said was to feel sorry for his father, Li Cong was silent for a moment, then nodded and said: "Well, I see. It's not a serious illness, and he will be fine after a while. He will live with me from now on. What do you think, village chief?"

"Success, success." The village chief nodded repeatedly.This village is not a good place that everyone rushes to come to. When Emperor Jing was not rich since the founding of the country, it was difficult for Li Cong to come here with an identity like the village chief's benefactor. For the sake of such a great kindness back then, the village head could only grit his teeth and agree, but since Li Cong came here, instead of complaining, he has been helping this group of people in the village, which made the village head think twice. The person who wants to repay the favor becomes uncomfortable.Now Li Cong just wants to bring someone in to live in, and it's his own brother, so there's no reason why it won't work.

"Li Cong, I haven't been to your house for a long time. I'll go over tomorrow to burn incense and see your brother." Another benefactor's son came, and he didn't know what kind of person he was, so he had to meet.

"Okay." Li Cong nodded, finished handling a cart of vegetables, stood up and looked around, and made sure it was safe, went around to the village chief to discuss: "By the way, village chief, I have something to tell you, the county magistrate I won’t do the work there, my younger brother is not healthy, and he has no time to take care of him as a long-term worker chopping wood. Tomorrow, I will go to the dock to find a job, and the long-term worker will quit.”

The village chief put down the dry tobacco, stood up and said, "Why is there not enough money in the house? I will talk to Ah Hua later and ask him to bring you the remaining money. The family just bought rice yesterday. Come, come in." Take some back to the house."

Hearing what the village chief said, Li Cong frowned in embarrassment.Ahua is the eldest son of the village chief, and he is kind. He was really poor a few times before, and he listened to the village chief and helped him a few times. If you go to the door, people also want money to live.

So Li Cong shook his head and retorted: "No, the family still has money and rice. As the saying goes, if you get through this moment, it will always be a problem in the future. I have already made up my mind, and I will go to the pier tomorrow to see See if there is a job, the village head doesn’t have to worry about it. It’s just that I feel sorry for resigning the job the village head found, so I want to tell you specifically.”

The village chief thought for a while, nodded and said: "Hey, that's okay. It's fine to resign, but there is no good thing in the county magistrate's house. I heard that wages are always deducted?"

"Well. In short, I have a solution. Don't worry, village chief. You can keep the money and food at home. I'm leaving to deliver the food." Li Cong replied vaguely, and deducted money from the county magistrate's cook. After being confused about the matter, he made another phone call to reassure the village chief, then put the rope on his shoulders, picked up the handlebars and prepared to leave.

"Hey, be careful on the road!" Seeing that Li Cong didn't want to say more, the village chief stopped asking, followed Li Cong to stand still outside the courtyard, and instructed like this.

Li Cong didn't answer, turned around and waved his hand, then pushed a cart of vegetables to the county.Probably, those who are thinking about it are walking faster, and the half-hour journey to the county is unconsciously shortened a lot.

I still went to the county grandfather's mansion first.As usual, while moving the dishes, he was sneered at by the cook. After the dishes were unloaded, Li Cong pushed the empty cart to leave, but the cook stopped him.

The work contract for the next two months was to be signed separately. The cook threw the paper to Li Cong. Li Cong stooped to pick it up, folded it, and handed it back to the cook intact, signaling that he would not work again next month. After clasping his hands together, he pushed the cart and left through the back door.

If it weren't for so many people in the yamen wanting to eat, he didn't even want to give away the food.I think the cook must be scolding him now.You must know that it is not easy to find a slave who is as easy-talking as yourself and only pays half the wages.People who have been demoted to slavery are mostly useless people abandoned by Donglang. No one even cares about crossing the border. Hui'an stayed in Donglang peacefully to atone for this sin that could never be fully atoned for.

Li Cong sighed.When I was in a high position, I felt that most of the people were simple and kind, unlike those people in the officialdom who schemed to gain power and attach themselves to the nobles. I didn't expect that people with bad intentions were the same no matter where they were or what position they were in.But where there is evil, there must be good. Compared with the cook, the old housekeeper of Huang Yuan's family is quite good. Knowing that there is a patient in Li Cong's family, he kindly told him a few words, and said to keep the work until he came back to continue working.

While pushing the cart, Li Cong recalled all the things just now. This is probably the so-called variety in the world.

Although he was born in troubled times, he was born in a noble family. His father always warned him not to be too domineering. They are still far from real nobles, and ordinary people should not be underestimated. They must be respected. I haven't lived a real hard life, and I can't understand the plight of the poor people who have to eat their last meal without their next meal and have to rise up.If the father is still alive at this moment, does he know that the teachings he said back then have been turned into blood and tears in the six years of hard experience, and have been deeply integrated into the bone marrow of his son?

When you are proud, you will spend all the flowers in Chang'an, and when you are frustrated, you would rather fall into the quagmire and have no intention of extricating yourself, but you don't know that if you turn your hand one day, it only takes one day to turn your hand.But his still strong hands, the calluses between the palms and the bends of the four fingers are still there, but now he can only use them to push the scooter.

It's not just luck, it's probably the heart in his chest that can't get hot anymore.

Li Cong was stunned for a while, then came back to his senses and shook his head and smiled.Why do you think about this, it's true to go back earlier to take care of Qu Xian.