Small wood

Early the next morning, Amu went to the forest to pick wood. The thicker wood was hard to find. Most of them were branches. After searching for half a morning, he only found a dozen or so. It took a lot of walking, but the herbs were picked. Quite a lot, Gu Lin and Huan Yan's wounds after busy work, just sat aside for a moment.

When he was hungry, Amu spent the last few copper coins and bought a lot of small steamed buns without stuffing, and shared one with each other.

When the sun was high, he carved ten little rabbits. Although there was no color, the wood-grained rabbits still looked cute and lifelike. Amu carved them round and fat again. , I picked up the rabbit I received yesterday for comparison, and secretly replaced it with a better-looking one.

Qian Sheng got a brush and cinnabar from somewhere, and put eyes on each rabbit.

Although Amu was happy, he still squinted at Qian Sheng: "Where did you steal this money?"

Qian Sheng smiled, and the cleaned brush was still stained with water, so he scratched Amu's face: "A scholar was walking on the road, and for some reason lost a pen in his sleeve, and a boss selling ink was walking on the road, and I don't know why. Why did you drop a piece of cinnabar from your sleeve, I picked up both of them, I neither stole nor robbed, so you can use them at ease."

Amu's face was watered by the pen, and it was very itchy. He quickly wiped it with his sleeve and hummed twice. He didn't believe him at all, but he didn't say anything when he saw that the rabbit was even cuter after he clicked his eyes.

In the afternoon, Amu sat on the street with ten little rabbits in his arms, and Gu Lin followed behind him.He actually wanted Gu Lin to stay in the temple to recover from his injuries, but Gu Lin didn't say anything, and followed Amu directly when he came out.

In the corner of the street, the boy was sitting on the ground, with a little wooden rabbit standing in front of him, and a person standing behind him. Neither of them spoke, causing passers-by to look at them frequently.

Amu has never sold anything before. When he came out, Huanxin gave him a good lesson, saying that he was going to shout. Amu learned well, but when he went to the street and saw so many people, he became timid early on and faltered He didn't dare to shout out, and when others looked at him, he looked at it more eagerly than those people, hoping that those people would buy it, which made those people turn around and walk away.

In this way, most people were forced to turn their heads by Amu's eager eyes, and occasionally a few curious ones just looked at it and left.

Until it was too dark, Amu didn't sell a single one. He stood up from the ground dejectedly, patted his clothes, and his face was full of frustration: "Mr. Gu, I'm so useless. I've spent all my money. Can't make it back..."

Gu Lin stayed with Amu all afternoon, knowing that Amu didn't sell any of them, so he reached out and stroked Amu's hair lightly.

"Brother Mumu, how is your place? Have you sold it?" Huanxin might have been worried, so she rushed over and yelled at Amu. Amu did not sell.

She patted Amu's arm like a little adult: "It's okay, it's the first time, and it will get better later."

Amu was still dejected: "I have spent all my money, Mr. Gu should be starving."

Huanxin giggled: "Your son is gentle, he didn't say anything after you spent all the money, oh yes, he didn't like to talk, haha."

Amu lowered his head, blushing on his face, disappointed and guilty in his heart, and frowned tightly.

Suddenly, a white and tender bun appeared in front of his eyes.

Amu was taken aback, and looked over.

Huanxin is holding a bun, her big eyes are smiling like two shining stars, she seems to have cleaned herself up deliberately, she is not as dirty as in the ruined temple, her slightly yellowish hair is tied into a small braid, lining her cheeks Bai Nen: "My brother and I have never had any money, and we have always had a good life." She said, stuffing the bun into Amu's arms: "Besides, I know you may not be able to sell it, so you spent money to buy it for us at noon. We didn't eat any of the steamed stuffed buns, so I just saved them for you and Mr. Gu." She smiled and pouted towards the end of the street.

Amu was taken aback, and hurriedly looked over.

The end of the long and narrow street was dark and deserted, but five or six heads suddenly appeared at the corners, all of which were children from the ruined temple.Dirty and thin, they ran out one after another, stuffed the buns in Amu's arms, retreated to the corner like the wind, squatted there and smiled at Amu.

Beggars are not allowed on the street, and if they stay for a long time, they will be chased away by those stall owners. These little guys don’t know how long they have been hiding in that corner. Their noses are red and their hands are cold, but they Smiling so happily, it seems that saving the buns for Amu is the most extraordinary thing.

Amu looked at the pile of small buns in his hand, some of them were bitten, and some of the buns were still dirty, but Amu's eyes were still sore from looking at it, and his heart was sore and soft, which made him feel depressed.

"Hey, do you sell these rabbits?" An elderly woman standing by the stall asked Amu, holding a little girl by her hand.

Amu was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Sell, sell, sell!"

The aunt asked again: "How much is it?"

Amu said again: "Six patterns." The price was negotiated in the ruined temple. Although it is said that there are only two patterns on a big bun outside, this wood was carved by Amu with hard work and meticulously. It is not difficult to find an easy-to-carve wood. Easy, it takes as much time and effort as steamed stuffed buns, but I was afraid that it would be too expensive and no one would want it, so I set a six-pattern coin.

The aunt was used to haggling, so she said without thinking, "Why is it so expensive?"

Amu was a little anxious, staring and stuttering: "Then, what about Wuwen?"

Seeing Amu like this, the aunt knew that he was doing business for the first time, and she was immediately happy: "You are doing business, I am doing business, why are you asking me?"

Amu smiled embarrassedly: "Then Wu Wen, which one do you want, Madam?"

"Is the one in the son's hand for sale?" A Niang said, pointing behind Amu.

Amu turned his head to look, just in time to see Huanxin making a face at him. It turned out that she was asking Gu Lin to write on her rabbit. It's a little dark in the pattern, but it's surprisingly good-looking. Gu Lin's handwriting is so good that even the wooden rabbit looks a lot more precious.

Amu was still in a daze, and Huanxin continued his words: "Of course I sell it, auntie, your daughter is so cute, did you buy it for your daughter?"

The aunt laughed until her teeth were exposed, and her eyes were almost squinted: "You little girl has such a sweet mouth, this is my granddaughter."

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Amu saw the corner of Huanxin's mouth twitch.

"Auntie, you look so young." She said again: "This wooden rabbit painted with cinnabar is more expensive than ordinary wooden rabbits. Our son's handwriting is beautiful, and we can also ask our son to write your granddaughter's name on you." But it is more expensive to write now with requirements. Madam, if you buy it for the first time, I will give you ten patterns. If you like it, I will carve you with other shapes next time. If you want to keep it, you still want to buy it " After cleaning up, Huan Xin's face was clean, and she smiled sweetly, making the aunt laugh straight away.

"You little girl has such a sharp mouth. My granddaughter happens to be a rabbit, and she asked me to buy it just now. Just give me one with a name, just write Xingzi's apricot." The aunt was also quick, and took out ten A copper coin came out and gave it to Huanxin, Huanxin hurriedly took it, picked a nice one on the ground and stuffed it to Gu Lin: "Mr. Gu, writing one is also writing, and writing two is also writing, and you can still make money."

Amu also looked at Gu Lin, his face flushed with excitement, he had been chopped down to five lines just now, and in a blink of an eye his price was doubled by Huanxin.

Gu Lin still held the pen in his hand and seemed a little hesitant, but seeing Amu so happy, he also pursed his lips to cover up his smile, and wrote the word apricot on the back of the wooden rabbit.

When the aunt took the rabbit, she looked at the word for a long time, and sighed softly: "Young master, the handwriting is really good."

The first rabbit was sold, and soon, the next few rabbits were also bought, and they were asked to write a lot of words. Some people asked the rabbits to carry poems on their backs, and Gu Lin also wrote according to the request. go up.

In just one hour, before dark, Amu was holding a bag of heavy copper coins, unable to recover.