Chapter 16 Spring silkworms will not die until they die
Chapter 16 The spring silkworm will not run out until it dies.
In the middle of the night, Tang Zhao opened his eyes.
While waiting for someone in the afternoon, he fell asleep while waiting, but couldn't sleep at night.
He didn't want to sleep either.
In the dead of night, he still had things to do. There was something very important that he needed to confirm.
He stood up alone and lit the candle.
There was bright moonlight outside the window, but the night was still dark. The cabin was dark and gloomy, and every corner was unfamiliar.
Strangeness and loneliness weaved into fear, rushing up like a tide, almost drowning him.
There was only a little light on the table, shining like gold.
When he was lonely, he took out his glasses again and put them on the bridge of his nose.
Putting on his glasses, his surroundings became much clearer, and even the firelight on the table became a little warmer.
He took out another thick letter.
This is the letter he handed to Xue Mansion and was returned.
He took out the letter and placed it on the table with a soft "bang" sound.
There is some weight in the envelope.
This was a letter he handed over when he visited the Xue family. Later, the Xue family threw it back to him, so he took it with him without opening it.
In fact, he had wanted to open it for a long time, because there was a doubt hidden in it, but he never got around to it. It was a bumpy day, but fortunately the letter was not lost.
He twisted the seal with his hands and found that it had been re-glued. He had not glued it on originally, but had re-glued it after someone opened it.
I tore open the envelope bit by bit and took out the letter paper inside. It was a very thick pile.
Open the top page, which is clear and neat in small regular script.
But if there are other literate people here, they will definitely find it strange, because even if they are the number one scholar, they cannot recognize any of the characters.
There are very few people in the world who recognize this kind of writing. Even Tang Zhao, there are only two or three people.
"My brother's arrival ceremony: a letter is like a meeting.
We have been separated for more than ten years. Are you okay? I think you are fine, because if your brother is sick, it will be difficult to see this letter, so you know that my question is foolproof. But if your brother is sick, it will be easier for you and me to talk to each other. After all, you are already stupid.
I've been waiting underground for a long time."
After reading this, Tang Zhao grinned bitterly.
This letter was written by him.
Now he still remembered that Mr. Chen, who was terminally ill, had a cheerful demeanor and a relaxed tone, but his hand holding the pen was very tight, as stiff as a stick.
The content of the following letter was very familiar to him. After all, he wrote it word for word. Most of it was about reminiscing about the past, mentioning many past events, what happened after the separation, and...
"I have written a thousand words, but I still have endless thoughts. But I still remember that my dear brother cannot write well, and I am afraid it will be too long to read. I asked my son Tang Zhao to bring the remaining words."
So far, everything was written by Tang Zhao. After writing, he put it in an envelope and handed it to Mr. Chen.
When he got it again, the envelope had been sealed and handed directly to the Xue family. He saw this letter again after several months.
Unexpectedly, there was a line added below.
This line of handwriting is crooked and crooked, far less neat than Tang Zhao's writing, which shows that the hand of the person who wrote it is weak.
"My son Tang Zhao, although he is not his own son, is better than his own son. He originally wanted to entrust him with the mantle, but God never misses the New Year. This child is twelve years old. He has a kind nature and is as good as gold and jade. However, he has not learned how to settle down in the world, which is really worrying. Brother
If you have time, please take care of him. If I don't have time, let him go. Don't hurt him. Cut, cut.
Chen Yuhang is grateful for his love in this life underground, and he will repay the kindness of a gentleman in the next life."
Tang Zhao pursed his lips into a tight line.
After a long time, he took off his glasses and wiped them clean with his sleeve.
His movements were very slow, and he wiped the two thin lenses for a long, long time.
After wiping, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength and slowly lay down on the table.
This lay for a long time, the candles burned little by little, and large candle tears dropped down, fell on the candlestick, solidified again, and piled together. The candles kept burning, and the candle tears would not dry up.
After a while, with a dazed look on his face, he picked up the pages of the book with his fingers and turned back.
Originally, the envelope he handed over only had the first few pages, and the following pages were all newly added, that is, starting from this page, they were all brought out by the Xue family.
After the book page, there is a blank page.
Further on...
A touch of golden dazzling splendor——
That's gold, real gold!
Tang Zhao's pupils reflected gold, which is the color of wealth, the color of happiness, and the most desirable color in the world.
However, that was also the color reflected by the irises. He himself had no color, and he was not particularly happy or surprised.
"It is indeed gold."
When the previous letter was thrown back to him, he had already noticed the difference in weight - it was definitely not the weight of paper. Let alone adding a piece of letter paper, even adding a dictionary couldn't be so heavy. It could only be added inside.
If you add gold and silver, you can't just add a hammer, right?
This incident made him feel strange from the beginning.
Of course Xue Mansion's attitude was bad, so bad that he instinctively became very angry.
But the gifts thrown out are also real.
If he bluntly told me to take the money and leave, it might be because he didn't want to go to the trouble of using the money to kill himself, but he didn't mention it at all, as if there was no gift. It was unreasonable no matter what he thought.
If it's just a few small coins to repay, since it's a big gift of real money, why not say a few polite words and finally build a good relationship, it doesn't take much effort, why use bad words?
In front of Xue's house, Tang Zhao actually hadn't thought clearly yet.
The last words he said to the Xue Mansion may be considered by ordinary people as a taunt out of anger, but a caring person may consider them as a sincere thank you.
Whether it was a thank you or a taunt, he couldn't tell.
It depends on whether the host listens with good intentions or with malicious intentions.
He hoped it was in good faith, and he became more and more hopeful after leaving Xue Mansion.
After all, that was the person Mr. Chen asked him to find at the last moment, and Tang Zhao really hoped not to let him down.
The gold was as big as letter paper, a thin piece, about one ounce or so. When the gold foil was opened, there was a piece of paper underneath, and then another piece of gold foil.
A total of six gold foils, that is, six taels of gold, can be exchanged for one hundred and twenty taels of silver at the current price of silver.
It's really quite a lot. It's enough to buy twenty or thirty acres of fertile land, and then buy two houses in the city, so that you can live comfortably and have no worries about food and clothing. If you just support yourself, five taels of silver a year is enough for a person. But to buy someone, one
The seventy-eight taels of silver for the girls and servants are gone. In other words, if Tang Zhao cannot survive and sells himself, he will not be able to sell for one hundred taels of silver even if he sells it ten times.
Of course, he didn't know that he had a super high valuation from Renya, that's another matter.
Put away the gold, and finally there is a letter.
That's the reply.
Compared to Tang Zhao's calligraphy, and even compared to Mr. Chen's final work, this calligraphy is not very decent. It's not that it's weak, but rather crude and clumsy, like a person who has just learned to write, crawling out one stroke at a time.
"Nephew Tang Zhaoxian:"
After reading only four words, Tang Zhao tightened his hands slightly, but his heart suddenly relaxed, feeling a sense of relief.
Whether it's true or not, I hope Mr. Chen will have no regrets.
"I heard that my good nephew has come from afar. I am happy that my old friend has a baby. I wanted to meet him. However, the relationship is so shallow that it is difficult to describe the details. Does my good nephew have a place to stay? If not, go to Zhuoyu Villa in Yuxia County and look for the owner of Xue Xianyun for the time being.
Shelter. Attached to the letter is a piece of exercises, which can be memorized and then burned. When Xianyun asked about it, I thought about delivering it, so that it would be convenient for me."
"Kung Fu..."
Tang Zhao stood up suddenly, almost knocking himself onto the table because he stood up so violently.
Oh my god...
Is it the kind of technique he thinks of?
His nervous palms were a little sweaty, so he quickly put down the letter, wiped it on the table, and then held it tightly.
He has always wanted to learn martial arts, ever since he was a child. He has had the dream since he read the first miscellaneous book. Later, when he met Mr. Chen and heard too many bizarre stories, he yearned for it wholeheartedly.
But where is the way? He asked his father to take him to the martial arts gym after all the hard work. The teacher at the martial arts gym looked at his bones and said the same thing: "I need more money"!
He couldn't afford more money, plus he suffered from serious and minor illnesses, and the days he could run and jump were limited. His dream of learning martial arts was completely over, so he had no choice but to study literature. Instead of learning from a serious gentleman, he learned from Mr. Chen, and the results he learned were neither fish nor fowl.
Yes, there is no need to think about fame.
Later, his family members died one after another, and he was completely unsupervised. But at that time, he didn't dare to ask him to learn. The serious martial arts gyms did not accept them, and many heretical and underworld gangs were expanding their recruitment. They were not recruiting serious disciples, but some
The gangsters on the outside can go in and get a set of clothes, and then fight and kill on the streets and docks, and they are very brave and fierce. It is said that after the gangsters get out of the way, they can gradually get into the core and learn their true skills, and then they can really "blaze a bloody trail".
This road, even in today's world, is not for children from good families. If he dares to go, he will have to change his surname for the last bit of his meager wealth. As for whether he can keep his life, it depends on whether the gang can do it.
But he still wanted to learn martial arts, it was a dream.
Having lost all his support, living alone in the world is too hard and too dangerous. He wants to protect himself and have power. As for any future, his dreams are too far away. He just wants to hold on to a sense of security and save himself.
He once thought that he could only rely on chance encounters to realize his dream. Or saving a dying hero and waiting for him to repay the favor and accepting him as his disciple, or falling off a cliff and finding martial arts secrets from a cave. These were all things only in stories.
thing.
I didn't want to fall off the cliff, but the secret book really hit my hand!
It was a hero like Xue Daxia who suppressed one party who gave it to him in this way!
This is not an adventure, what else is an adventure?
And it’s an orthodox adventure!
In comparison, things like fairies in strange clothes rising from the water were too bizarre and unreal at all. That was not what the story said! Besides, except for a pair of glasses, he didn't get any benefits!
I took a few deep breaths full of excitement, turned over the letter, and found a text of several thousand words.