Chapter 356 356: The charcoal seller "Sleeping in Wonderland" [seeking double monthly tickets]


    There are three days left before the autumnal equinox.


    At the Heyin Border Monument.


    Official road, tea shop.


    "Shopkeeper, please give me a bowl of big tea."


    “Just come!”


    "Shopkeeper, let''s have another stack of beans."


    “Okay!


    "Shopkeeper, are there any soup cakes?"


    "Yes, wait."


    This simple tea shop is built not far from the official road.


    Merchants who pass by the boundary marker will take a break here to replenish their physical strength or dry food. There are 20 people who can see at a glance.


    The shopkeeper of the tea shop followed the two assistants and was busy outside, each of them was not touching the ground, and his voice was dull.


    I was busy for a long time before I took the time to breathe.


    Just as he was about to wipe his sweat and beat his legs, he caught a glance at a middle-aged man holding a mule in the direction of the official road. His clothes were covered with patches. The shopkeeper wanted to take a break, so he called the helper to come and serve.


    The helper warmly welcomed him: "What do you want to order by the guest?"


    Only when I got closer did I see the middle-aged man''s appearance clearly.


    He looked honest and his black hair was wrapped in black coarse cloth. My skin is darker and my face still has traces of sunburn in midsummer. You can tell at a glance that it is left by sun exposure all year round. The hands were thick and swelling, and the knuckles were rough and swollen. There was sludge hidden under the fingernails that were not well-built. When you get closer, you can smell a little sweaty and sour smell, and your accent is not as good as that of a local.


    The middle-aged man rubbed his hands in embarrassment.


    He lowered his head, his throat that had not been in water for a long time was very hoarse. In addition, he lowered his voice timidly, and the helper almost didn''t hear what he said: "I just want to ask for some water..."


    He can''t afford to drink tea.


    He is not familiar with the place and does not know where there are streams nearby.


    When he saw the tea shop, he wanted to take a sip of water with shame. Unexpectedly, the help union came to greet him enthusiastically, which made him at a loss. He was ready to say this, which caused the helper to roll his eyes and mean ridicule. Unexpectedly, the helper just smiled and said, "Yes, yes!"


    Turning around and bringing a bowl of warm boiled water from the tea shop, the pottery bowl didn''t even have a gap.


    "This... Xiaolang just give me a mouthful of cold water..."


    It''s still warm.


    The helper handed over and said with a smile: "We don''t allow us to sell cold water here. If we catch it, we will have to be fined. It will be a boil."


    Middle-aged men are flattered.


    I immediately wiped my hands covered with mud and wiped them on the hem of the clothes, holding the helper''s pottery bowl. As soon as the moderately temperatured boiled water touched the dry and cracked lips, he couldn''t wait to open his mouth and swallowed it in big mouths. The water flowed down his mouth and into his throat, as if the land that had been drought for a long time was finally moistened. He breathed a long sigh of relief after drinking, but still felt that it was not enough.


    I smacked my lips in my heart and felt embarrassed to speak up again.


    The helper is busy in the tea shop. What kind of people have never seen before? He had already developed a good skill to observe his expression and said, "I''m not busy now, I''ll add another bowl to you. Do you have water for this mule? Why don''t you take it to the back and feed it?"


    The middle-aged man thanked him repeatedly.


    The mule was so hungry that it was almost skinny and bone-bone, with visible ribs. It was also an old mule in appearance.


    The mule is thin and old, but can still work. The bags were stuffed all over, and the old bamboo box was carrying Lao Gao on his back.


    I don’t know what it contains.


    Out of curiosity, I asked casually.


    The middle-aged man did not hide it either.


    "I saved some charcoal and straw sandals at home. I heard that someone is here to collect them. I can give you more money to sell them together..."


    If you say that you have more money, you will only have four or five cents.


    However, he walked for two days and two nights for the four or five-part writing, and he had to be careful to meet bandits on the road. I was worried that I would meet jackals, tigers and leopards when I stayed in the wild at night. I would not dare to close my eyes or stop, so I could only find a secluded place to **** a while during the day, and tie the old mule with myself with a straw rope, worried that someone would steal the mule and charcoal.


    Of course, it is not safe at night or during the day. Try not to sleep if you can, and you will be haggard and dazed after two days.


    At this time, the helper noticed that the straw sandals on the man''s feet were almost scrapped, with their toes exposed, dark red blood mixed with mud had dried up, and there were more than a dozen new pairs of them on the side of the mule. In addition to sighing, I couldn''t help but feel sympathy.


    Feed a handful of beans and dregs to the mule.


    The middle-aged man looked at it, his eyes were slightly red.


    The turbid tears were almost rolling down, and I kept thanking me. The helper sent the middle-aged man to the road, but he kindly showed him the way. It takes less than a quarter of an hour to follow this path and the road will be easy to walk.


    His feet can also suffer less.


    The middle-aged man didn''t think much about it either.


    Yiyi refused to give up and said goodbye to the helper.


    There was also a big cake given by the helper in his arms.


    The shopkeeper saw this long ago and smiled and said, "That water doesn''t count, the others are deducted from your wages..."


    The helper said: "Natural."


    In fact, it took him a few months to live a good life.


    Seeing the middle-aged man like this, he empathized with it and couldn''t help but want to help. The helper was a refugee who was desperate and was exiled to Heyin. I thought this place would become his burial place, but who would have been rescued by the kind-hearted shopkeeper.


    Every day I help in the tea shop.


    Conserve food, accommodation and pay back.


    The helper didn''t dare to ask for it at first, so where was the little work he did worth so much? But after listening to the shopkeeper, I realized that this is not much. If you go to the hospital to find a job, the treatment will be good. If you put it here in the tea shop, you will not be able to starve to death at most.


    Because the helper''s family died, he saved up a savings in a few months - it was said that the savings were only thirty or forty yuan, and more than a dozen cake sticks - it didn''t matter if the shopkeeper deducted his wages. Anyway, the helper didn''t care much about food and accommodation.


    The shopkeeper smiled and shook his head when he saw it.


    The settlement wages were not deducted this day.


    Inside and outside the tea shop, passers-by talk in a low voice, and sometimes you can hear the sound of laughter and teasing, and the air is filled with a happy atmosphere. Meanwhile, the middle-aged man walked through a bumpy, rugged and muddy road and was stunned.


    Nothing else—


    The road ahead is too wide and flat.


    He almost thought he had hallucinations.


    I was afraid to step on it for a long time.


    Look left and right, and finally took a secret step in the old mule with a slight arch. This path extends to the end of sight and can accommodate three chariots running side by side! The same path as before is completely opposite.


    The road is easy and the pace is fast.


    Less than half an hour after leaving, I saw a regular field.


    The middle-aged man was stunned again.


    Looking around, the corn in the field almost turned into golden waves, each plant was covered with heavy and full fruits, and each plant was forced to bend over. When the wind blew, it seemed that it could fall to the ground at any time. He is also a good farmer. He also has two acres of thin land at home, but after a year of farming, he can only make his family feel full in the years...


    These are things he never saw before in his dreams.


    I heard from some old people in the village.


    If there are good fields, in the good times, the yield per mu may be compared with the current ones.


    "What are you looking at, what are you looking at?"


    Perhaps he had been staying for too long and had never seen the world, looking around was too suspicious. The tenant farmer who was working in the fields instantly made a bell, pointing at him with a hatchet on his shoulder pole and scolding him loudly. He was misunderstood by the common people as a thief...


    The middle-aged man explained clearly after he tried hard to persuade him.


    Several tenant farmers then calmed down.


    The middle-aged man said a few auspicious words to celebrate the harvest, which made people feel very comfortable and pleased him. Some people even wanted to give him a pair of half-old straw sandals.


    The middle-aged man was a little confused.


    He has heard of He Yin. Apart from being poor, there is poverty, poor mountains and rivers are bad.


    It is said that no matter how good the grain is, it will reduce its yield here.


    When refugees flee, they must avoid this place, so as not to get food, and they are even arrested by local unscrupulous people to eat.


    Now, it’s not the case.


    I wonder why the gap between rumors and reality is so big!


    As everyone started chatting, the middle-aged man asked for the secrets of farming with shamelessness, and saw someone wavering his hand.


    "Where is this thing?"


    "It''s all for Shen Jun''s blessing!"


    "Those here are nothing. You can go to Fu Gu to see what a ''harvest'' means. Alas, I''m very greedy."


    “Fu Gu’s field is called fat…”


    "That''s right, can you not be fat if you get Shen Jun''s fairy aura?"


    Everyone was talking and talking happily.


    The middle-aged man couldn''t understand after listening for a while.


    I only know that He Yin has a new county magistrate who came to He Yin to take office last year. He is very young, handsome and beautiful, and has no airs of a high-ranking official. If you are lucky enough to go to Fu Gu, you might be able to see Shen Jun himself. The changes in He Yin this year are the result of the hard work of Shen Jun and the people under Shen Jun’s tent.


    The middle-aged man even saw an old woman with hair wrapped around her hair rolling down her turbid tears, and whimpered, praying in a certain direction and praying again and again, and the others were also infected.


    Middle-aged man: “…”


    He still didn''t understand why.


    Follow this road that is smoother and more comfortable than the best official road, and keep going. The villages along the road are similar. Every household is busy with farming and preparing for autumn harvest. His face was filled with a smile, his steps were windy, and his clothes were clean.


    A dozen people encountered two or three patches. Even if they had patches, there were not many patches, which was completely different from the old clothes that were patched everywhere on him. The people here are simple and welcoming. There are always those common people who see him tired and tired, and see the old mule dry and thin, and they will stuff him a half of a cake.


    By the way, I kindly gave him the way.


    When he walked to dusk, he was worried about finding a stone bridge to sleep, so some common people enthusiastically invited him to his house. Although the house was not big and there was only one room, he could sleep in the yard, which was safer than sleeping in the wild overnight.


    The middle-aged man hesitated and agreed.


    The owner stuffed a bowl of warm boiled water again.


    The middle-aged man finally couldn''t help it.


    "Drink it with a boil, alas, how much firewood does it take..."


    The owner said, "If you don''t boil it, you will be fined."


    The middle-aged man vaguely remembered that the tea shop assistant said so, and for a while, he was speechless for a long time. It is so difficult for ordinary people to drink clean water. You should know that in the event of drought, you can''t even drink a sip of turbid mud water.


    What''s the financial situation...


    Have to burn water?


    The middle-aged man couldn''t help but express his doubts, and the owner laughed: "This is our Shen Jun heard from the gods, saying that it was because of the unburned water and there was something wrong with it. If you drink it, you will get sick if you don''t have that good health..."


    The orders of the head office are enforced.


    If you catch it once, twice, three times, you will be fined.


    If there is a fourth time...


    Hehe, drive out He Yin directly.


    The common people are not afraid of anything else, they are afraid of being driven out.


    They also know that being able to stay in Heyin is accumulating blessings in their previous life, eating and dressing well, working and planting in the land, and even having the gods and immortals don’t have such beautiful days.


    In addition, the Fugu Office is willing to purchase charcoal from each company at a relatively high price, so everyone is willing to trouble hot water before drinking. Not only do they drink hot water, they also gather together to raise raccoon slaves to catch mice.


    If the raccoon catches mice, there will be a reward.


    The raccoon slaves in their village won three pounds of pork, two big fish and one cloth by relying on their ability to catch mice!


    Middle-aged men were fascinated by hearing it.


    Even the idea of ??moving here is to leave your hometown.


    The master knew that the middle-aged man had this idea and kept muttering to him. The core idea that he had to repeat was - "Jun Shen, he is a good person and a good official!"


    Follow Shen Jun to have a full stomach!


    On the second day, the middle-aged man took an old mule who had a good rest on the road, and his experience along the road was quite similar to yesterday.


    No, there is one thing that is still different.


    Old mules were fed more.


    After asking, I found out that Shen Jun’s mount was a beautiful mule with snow-white body without any hair. It is said that there is another name called motorcycle. The common people in Heyin gradually loved the house and became somewhat fond of mules. Although you still have to work, your food benefits can be much higher than before.


    The old mule was so thin that its ribs were visible, and it was shaking when walking, which made the common people feel pity and couldn''t help but feed it.


    I finally arrived at the nearby market.


    Each market has a charcoal collection point set up by the official office.


    As soon as I asked, the price was indeed more expensive than his hometown.


    In addition to the charcoal she saved, there are straw sandals and woven bamboo baskets. They were sold almost the same after sitting on the side of the road for a short period of time.


    At this time, a person asked about the price and left a bamboo stick as if it had been paid. He was so angry that he grabbed the man''s hand, clenched his fists and wanted to hit him. He scared the nearby stall owners in chaos, passers-by avoided the retreat, and the thief who was caught was furious.


    "What are you doing? What are you doing? Why are you arresting me?"


    "You steal my stuff!" The middle-aged man''s eyes were red with anger, and a big man almost cried on the spot.


    Passers-by and stall owners came around watching the fun.


    Finally, the market officials were alarmed.


    The minor official came over to ask what was going on.


    The thief said angrily: "How do I know? He is crazy!"


    The middle-aged man held the bamboo stick and said angrily: "He, if he throws this thing down, he will steal my things..."


    Everyone: “…”


    Market clerk: “…”


    I immediately understood what was going on.


    The market clerk pressed the blue veins that were pounding on his forehead and said angrily: "I don''t know that these notes can''t be paid to foreigners?"


    The "thief" was scolded so hard that he dared not speak out.


    He took back his bamboo stick from the middle-aged man, threw a copper coin back, and muttered, "Don''t you know he''s from another place." The market officials called the fun to watch the fun "spread it." Only the middle-aged man is at a loss.


    Why don’t you catch that thief?


    At this time, the stall owner next door asked with a smile.


    "Are you from other places?"


    The middle-aged man nodded.


    The wet eyes had not yet receded, and I wiped tears with the back of my hands with grievance. There was not much money, but they were all the lifeblood of a family.


    Who robbed him in the street?


    Why didn’t Shen Jun cure these crazy people?


    The stall owner smiled kindly and said, "Oh, it''s common. If you don''t want those notes, just tell them that you came from a foreign country. If you come to me a few more times, I will understand. I am also from a foreign country to do business. The first time I''m the same as you. Hey, don''t panic, don''t hurry."


    Middle-aged man: “…”


    ?hi(..)


    ??Baby boys, you guys, please give me monthly tickets


    ??Ah, the Krypton gold party is very rampant.


    PS: The first monthly ticket is no longer guaranteed, the chrysanthemums are in danger, yell, please give me a monthly ticket_(:з」∠)_


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    (This chapter ends)