The little thing who was born into the world is already capable of doing human work.
As the saying goes, little people are as big as ghosts.
This word was used on him, especially to set the scene. Look at his little face, which is so red. You may know that he secretly drank his father's wine. But if you don't know, you may think that the weather is too cold and something is wrong with him.
"I thought your little kid was lost."
In the thatched shed, the clanging sound of iron tools stopped.
The old blacksmith patted the ashes on his shoulder and sat in front of the stove.
Hey hey hey!
Little Zhao Zi came over, he looked about three or two years old, his steps were staggering, and he made a milky sound.
Don't look at a person as small, but he is smart?
No one steps on him when he goes out on the street, which is very valuable.
"Well, that's enough."
Blacksmith Zhao took the wine bottle and weighed it casually.
Not only is there enough, but the portion is a bit larger than before.
Who gave him such a clever boy? He secretly drank the wine and mixed it with some water.
Tiejiang Zhao was very pleased, and fortunate that the boy was not drinking urine.
He had done this before, and his grandfather hung him up and gave him a good beating.
He is not a grandfather, but he is not willing to beat his children. It is cold, so he drinks to warm up.
"Work."
After half a bottle of wine, he picked up the hammer again.
He has never given up on the ancestral craftsmanship. Apart from being a little tired, there is nothing else.
However, when I saw my baby, I felt very motivated again.
Everyone will get old, but I hope I can raise my children to adulthood before I get old.
Mr. Zhao is also sensible. His father is working hard at forging iron, while he stands aside and watches it seriously.
He is very smart, at least he learns things quickly.
It is rare to find a child who can do somersaults at the age of three or two.
And he is one of them. If he is not weak enough to hold a hammer, otherwise he can do the technical work of blacksmithing with style.
"In the spring of next year, I will send you to a private school."
"In his year, he will come back with a top score."
"Our old Zhao family has never had anyone become an official."
Blacksmith Zhao panted while swinging the hammer.
"What is the number one scholar?" Zhao Yun raised his little head and asked curiously.
"The top pick is..."
"Old blacksmith?"
Before he finished speaking, he saw someone pushing the door open and coming in.
He was a burly man with unkempt hair and an unkempt beard. He was holding two rabbits in his hands, dripping with blood.
, still steaming.
Zhao Yun recognized it, it was Uncle Niu who was standing at the opposite door.
He is a hunter and has been dealing with ferocious beasts all year round.
"I haven't seen you for a while." The old blacksmith smiled.
"In this damn weather, the wild animals don't go out. After a few months of guarding, they only guarded two rabbits, and the guy who was eating fell into the ditch." Old Uncle Niu cursed.
After scolding me, I felt it was inappropriate and I was afraid that I might frighten my children.
He changed his face in an instant and hugged little Zhao Yun amiably.
Time flies so fast, in the blink of an eye, the baby will run away.
What the elders said is true. Anyone who drinks goat's milk since childhood is smart. Look at this little guy. He has big eyes and big bones, and he is clever at first glance. He is not like those two in his family who just wallow in the mud.
“I’m getting older, and I’m still working so hard.”
"How can a whole family support me?"
Uncle Niu said as he placed the two hares on the table.
When he was done, he said with a smile on his face, "Bring me something!"
"You won't give me any money?"
"Put the rabbit against it."
"You are good at everything, but you are too picky about how to use weapons."
"Old rule, the size of the machete should be the same as last time."
The two of them were talking and laughing, chatting about everyday things.
Zhao Yun, on the other hand, raised his little head again and looked at the sky.
It was getting dark again, and Granny Yue came out again.
He likes to look at the moon, which is snow-white, beautiful and kind.
at night.
The aroma of meat filled the small courtyard, and Blacksmith Zhao stewed the rabbit.
Regardless of how it tastes, Zhao Yun's appetite is as good as ever. Even after his death, he still eats a lot. After a bowl of broth, he can still eat two bowls of rice.
"Slow down, don't hold on."
Blacksmith Zhao drank a cup of wine and said with a smile on his face.
Being able to eat is a blessing, and the more he looks at his baby, the happier he becomes.
"Dad, I heard someone shouting again." Xiao Zhao Yun said in a sweet voice.
"What are you shouting for?" Blacksmith Zhao burped.
"temple."
"Why didn't I hear that?"
"real."
"Yes, you also inherited your grandfather's stubborn temper."
Blacksmith Zhao didn't take it to heart at all and only focused on drinking.
explain
Grandpa Qi, I feel uneasy even when walking. There is no light in the ravine.
Zhao Yun muttered, sometimes scratching his little head and looking around.
He really heard it, especially in the dead of night, most clearly, and he wanted to cry.
A night of silence.
In the blink of an eye dawn comes.
Blacksmith Zhao got up early, went into the thatched shed, and lit a fire on the stove.
By the time Zhao Yun got up, the clanging sound of iron could be heard in the backyard.
beat.
He also fights, but just to make soy sauce.
In the early morning, the streets of Wutong Town were still very lively.
At a glance, it was full of bustling figures and shouts.
"The old blacksmith is so lucky!"
"This kid is so chubby."
Everyone in the neighborhood basically recognizes him.
Whenever you meet Zhao Yun, there will be indispensable comments.
I don’t know which parents are so cruel that they just throw it away.
If the blacksmith hadn't been kind-hearted, he might have been picked up and eaten by wild beasts.
"Little guy, come here."
In front of the same restaurant, the same half-immortal named Ye greeted him from afar.
Zhao Yun was quite well-behaved. He walked over with staggering steps, but his head was too short and was not as high as the fortune teller's table.
"Grandpa, you call me."
"Yeah." Ye Banxian said, then tugged on his sleeve with an incomprehensible look, took Zhao Yun's little hand, and looked at it again and again.
Last time, I just gave this kid a fortune telling, and he didn't get out of bed for more than half a year.
Then you have to take a good look at your palmistry to see if it's because of bad luck in your life, or because of some bad character in the five elements.
After looking at it, he didn't dare to make any further calculations.
There has been no business for more than half a year, so this is all that is left for the poor.
"Grandpa?" Zhao Yun waved his little hand.
"The bones are amazing." Ye Banxian finished his sentence after looking at it for a long time.
When he was done, he took away the soy sauce bottle.
Let me count with my fingers! This kid is here to make soy sauce.
He's familiar with this, but there's a restaurant behind him.
Of course, he didn't pay for it, and the money for soy sauce was also taken away by others.
He was not a magician, but he was quite good at cheating. He had a full pot of soy sauce, and most of the bottle was filled with water. As for the money Xiao Zhao Yun spent on soy sauce, he exchanged it for a meat bun and carried it in his arms?
"Take it and go home!"
"Thank you, grandpa."
Jiang is old and spicy and has been cheated.
Little Zhao Yun also smiled very honestly.
Ye Banxian was also shameless and took out the buns only after watching the person walk away.
"Oh, I am so ashamed of my ancestors!"
His sigh sounded a bit melancholy as if he had not been able to appreciate his talent.
After all, there is a handicraft passed down from our ancestors, but when we arrived, we were reduced to cheating children out of soy sauce money so that we could barely fill our stomachs.
Since that day, I haven't seen him out of the stall for several days.
Little Zhao Yun is ignorant, which does not mean that Blacksmith Zhao has a good temper.
The soy sauce is a waste of money, how can we not destroy his stall?
It's night again.
Heavy snow is falling.
After a busy day, the blacksmith curled up comfortably in bed and fell asleep.
The baby was in his arms, held tightly, fearing that someone would steal it away.
It was precisely because of the strong embrace that when I turned over, I felt that my arms were empty.
Eh?
Where is the child?
Blacksmith Zhao sat up in shock from his dream, with a panicked and confused look on his face.
"Dad." A call came from the courtyard, with a hint of crying.
It's little Zhao Yun, who got stuck on the branch of a tree for some reason?
This time, I didn’t drink secretly, my buttocks were naked and turned red from the cold.
Squeak!
When Blacksmith Zhao pulled the door open and came out, he couldn't even take a step steadily when he saw this situation.
Did he not wake up? How did the child climb up the tree? Also, how did he climb up?
"You little brat, you stayed up so late at night and went to the trees to do what you did."
"I didn't crawl, I woke up right here."
Ying Jie, the leader of the divine dynasty, has no merits and speaks the truth.
Who would climb a tree in the middle of the night? He is so small, he has to be able to climb up.
So the question is, why is this so.
Naturally, it was the fault of heaven's reincarnation that made this calamity not go smoothly for him.
To be precise, there is a slight flaw.
Apart from getting lost from time to time, there is nothing else.
Blacksmith Zhao didn't know this, and instinctively thought that the child was lively and would cause trouble in the middle of the night.
Ever since,
He specially made a small bell and hung it for Zhao Yun.
In this way, you can identify the location by listening to the voice and save yourself from not being able to find anyone next time.
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In recent days, I have been distracted and have been out of shape. I would like to express my apologies to everyone for their support and encouragement.