After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

The boy went to the noodle stall and asked, "Are Dong Chuanliang and Han Song from here?"

Han Song, who was wiping the table, raised his head and replied, "I am Han Song."

"Here are two letters for you." The boy took out two letters from his pocket and handed them over.

Han Song took the letter and knew it was written by Dong Chuanlin when he saw the handwriting on the cover.He nodded and said: "Brother, thank you for taking a trip, thank you."

"It's okay." The servant waved his hand and kindly reminded: "The reply letter can be sent to Yicao Tang, and the coachman will take it along the way."

The servant left, Dong Chuanlin wiped his hands and approached after finishing his work and asked, "Is it sent by Chuanlin?"

"En", Han Song responded, and handed him the letter with Dong Chuanliang's name on the cover, and put the other letter into his arms without moving.

Dong Chuanliang glanced at him and kept opening the letter.

"Aren't you going to take it apart and have a look?"

Han Song continued to wipe the table, and said in a calm tone, "It's too late to go back and look at it."

"It doesn't matter to you, I have to check it first. Otherwise, my father will feel very distressed if he sees the heart-warming thing." Dong Chuanlin moved neatly, and quickly browsed the entire article. After reading it, he did not say a word or move.

Han Song glanced at Dong Chuanlin who was stunned from the corner of his eye, "What? Is something wrong?"

"No." Dong Chuanlin folded the letter and stuffed it into the envelope, "It's all good, but the rowdy person suddenly became sensible, and I felt a little emotional."

……

After collecting the stall at home, Han Song hid in the room after greeting his mother.

Sitting on the bed, he took out the crumpled letter from his arms.When the boy delivered the letter, it was smooth and flat, but after he kept it for half a day, there were some creases on the envelope.

When opening the letter, Han Song's peaceful lake splashed with waves.

A thin piece of letter paper is full of writing, even the place where there is no horizontal line at the end is full of words.Han Song frowned, recalling how long the letter in Dong Chuanliang's hand was.

Although he didn't see the contents of the letter clearly, what he saw at a glance seemed much shorter.Is it inconvenient to talk to your parents about something?

Han Song resisted his curiosity and read from the beginning, every word and every word, very seriously.

When he looked ahead, he still had a sullen face and a serious attitude.The farther back, Han Song's expression became more and more cheerful, with curved eyebrows and a smile on his face.

When he saw the last line, which was obviously one size smaller than the previous content, he frowned again.

【Brother Song, send ten envelopes by the way, wrap it carefully so that no one will find out. 】

He can understand bringing an envelope, but why should it be wrapped tightly so that no one can find it?Han Song didn't know its meaning.

As the sky was getting dark, Han Song put away the letter, suppressed his smile and pushed the door into the kitchen to cook.

At the dinner table, Ye Shuhua asked about Dong Chuanlin's letter.

"I heard that Chuan Lin sent a letter back? Your Aunt Liu hurried home before finishing the dishes." Ye Shuhua asked with a smile.

After Dong Chuanlin set off to learn crafts, he was restless for the first two days, worrying that he would not be fed or warm, and that he would be wronged.Today, when I heard that Yao'er wrote a letter to go home, I hurried home without thinking about other things.

"Yes, it was sent by the servant of Yicao Tang." Han Song paused for a while, and then said: "He also wrote us a letter, I will show it to my mother after dinner."

Ye Shuhua waved her hand and refused: "You don't need to read it, my mother can't read a few words. Have you read the letter? Is he okay over there? Are you going well?"

Han Song smiled and said, "He said it was good, and he also praised the cook in the kitchen for his good skills. Maybe the next time we meet, we will be more mellow."

Ye Shuhua smiled and said: "That's good, that's good. It's a blessing to be able to eat, Chuan Lin is so thin, he needs to eat to be stronger."

Han Song said again: "He also asked me to say hello to you, asking if you are feeling better, and pay more attention to rest."

"This child has a heart, and he still misses my bloodless aunt after walking so far." Ye Shuhua couldn't help but praised, and finally reminded: "You have to answer him well, don't let him down."

After dinner, Han Song refused to let him clean up the dishes, but was urged by Ye Shuhua to enter the room and reply.Han Song couldn't help but smile bitterly, he was not in such a hurry to reply the letter.

The moonlight is clear, combined with the dim oil lamp, it is even more lonely.

Han Song thought about the unfolded letter paper before writing slowly.He first wrote Ye Shuhua's confession, and then slowly wrote some interesting things that happened in the past few days.

The next day, Han Song went to the bookstore to buy a stack of envelopes and letter paper.Divide ten envelopes and send them to Dong Chuanlin, divide the remaining one into two, keep one for yourself, and give the other to Dong Chuanliang.

According to Dong Chuanlin's intention, he wrapped the envelope in rough paper and sent it to Yicaotang together with the Dong family's letter.After Ye Shuhua learned about it, she called him to stop when she set off, and went to the cabinet to take out a bundle.

Han Song took the burden, which was quite heavy.He touched it with his hands, and the unique tactile sensation made him know what it was without looking.

He frowned, "Salted peanuts? Mom, it's unnecessary, it's quite heavy, and the driver doesn't bother to carry it."

"Why is there no need! Chuan Lin likes to eat, so I'll bring it to him. Anyway, I'll leave it at home." Ye Shuhua said with a straight face, "You take it there first, and if the driver is willing to help, you can carry it. If you really don't If you have a solution, you can bring it up again, and it won’t hurt anything.”

Han Song had no choice but to put the three or four catties of baggage into the basket. He guessed that the only salted peanuts left at home were packed by Ye Shuhua.Finally, there was a decent snack to greet the guests, but this time it was all emptied.

……

Transportation was troublesome in ancient times. From delivering the letter to the coachman to receiving Han Song's reply, Dong Chuanlin waited for ten days.

Every day after lunch, he would drag Chen Suiyang to the coachman's residence for fear of missing the letter.

After being dragged away several times in a row, Chen Suiyang was a little annoyed.

"There must be something going on when the coachman comes back. You don't have to check it every day. Even if you miss the opportunity, he will hand over the unclaimed letter to the master. You don't have to worry so much."

"I know." Dong Chuanlin didn't stop, and he still went to the coachman's residence happily.

After staying here for nearly half a month, Dong Chuanlin has a clear understanding of most matters, and his level of understanding is not much worse than that of Chen Suiyang.

"Then why are you going?" Seeing that he didn't listen to the persuasion and strode forward, Chen Suiyang shook his head helplessly and followed. "You're such a curmudgeon."

The next day, Dong Chuanlin was detained by Master Zhang because of his bad behavior.Under Master Zhang's strong gaze, he finished cutting half a basket of beans nervously.

Master Zhang looked at Doujiao Duan in silence, and waved him back to the house quickly.

Dong Chuanlin was downcast. For half a month, his daily task was to cut beans.The beans hung on the bamboo poles are reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the beans that are cut and sent to the kitchen are also marinated by the cook, and they are sautéed and eaten as pickles with beans.

It has been a long time since other apprentices practiced cutting beans, and the cook hasn't pickled beans for a long time.In the first few days, everyone loved the taste of the long-lost reunion, but after a long time, the appetite of the beans that they saw every day was greatly reduced, and public complaints arose.

Dong Chuanlin heard someone talking in private.

He said that other people only cut beans for five to seven days at most when they came in, but he didn't stop for half a month.

The venomous one also said that he was not expected to be a medicine cutter, so it would be better for him to sweep the floor consciously.

It's fine for others to complain, but today Master Zhang can't help but let him stay in the hall to practice quickly, he feels the crisis.

You won't really let him sweep the floor, will you?

It's one thing to be prepared, but it's a fatal blow to actually make him a sweeper.

He was not in the mood to eat and went straight back to his residence.

He stepped into the door disheartened, and heard Chen Suiyang's laughter as soon as he entered.Dong Chuanlin frowned, looking at the letter in his hand in shock.

"The coachman is back? Where's my letter? Is it still at the coachman's place?" Dong Chuanlin looked around, but saw nothing but a floral bag on the table.

He reckoned that the letter should still be with the coachman, and excitedly wanted to turn around and run away.

"Here it is! Your letter is here."

Chen Suiyang's words brought the excited people back.

Dong Chuanlin turned his head and saw that Chen Suiyang was talking to him while pointing at the bag of broken flowers.

He came to the table and unpacked the bundle in doubt.

What catches the eye are two letters, and a thing wrapped in jute paper, and underneath is a pile of fragrant salted peanuts.

Dong Chuanlin was stunned and stared blankly.

His gaze was fixed on Peanut, but the letter that was supposed to be the main character was ignored.

A sound of shoving and envy pulled him back from his thoughts.

Chen Suiyang pushed his arm, and said cheerfully: "That's right, Chuanlin, I didn't expect your family to be so caring, and even bring you snacks."

Dong Chuanlin came back to his senses, took out other things, grabbed a lot of peanuts and gave them to Chen Suiyang, "My family didn't bring them here. Try it, it's delicious."

"Really?" Chen Suiyang peeled one and tasted it, and exclaimed: "It's really fragrant, and the taste is good. If it's not your family, who is it?"

Dong Chuanlin smiled, but didn't say anything, turned around and put the burden away.

Seeing the smile at the corner of his mouth, Chen Suiyang reacted, and asked after him: "It's from your sweetheart, right?"

Sweetheart?Hearing these three words, Dong Chuanlin felt inexplicably sweet in his heart, and pretended not to care and replied casually: "Let's just calculate it, that's all."

Chen Suiyang laughed loudly, "It is said that women love duplicity, but from today's point of view, brother Chuan Lin is not bad."

After playing a few words, Chen Suiyang left with an excuse to let Dong Chuanlin spare time to read the letter.

When they first met, Dong Chuanlin originally thought that Chen Suiyang and Han Song had similar personalities and tempers.

After being in the same room for a while, Chen Suiyang became more cheerful and easy-going, and behaved in a measured manner.It is no wonder that among the many apprentices in the previous batch, Master Zhang only valued him and entrusted him with the important task of supervising and teaching others to practice.

The lively room was quiet for a moment, Dong Chuanlin calmed down, and opened the reply letter from his family first.

The Dong family's letter was written by Dong Chuanliang, and he wrote down the words of others without changing a single word.Through a few words, Dong Chuanlin seems to be back home, every bit of it is vivid.

The letter sent home only took up half of the letter paper, but the Dong family's reply was as long as two pages.Dong Chuanlin's eyes were sore, he blinked desperately, trying to cover up the longing in his heart.

After reading the Dong family's reply, Dong Chuanlin was silent for a while, letting the wind outside the window blow directly on his forehead.

After a long time, he calmed down and picked up another letter.

He was afraid that his thoughts would superimpose, and his eyes would burst into tears unconsciously.