Chen Yang stood in the courtyard, listening to the sound of his wife coaxing the baby in his own room, and the uncontrollable coughing of his parents in the next room. After a while, he was awakened by the protest in his stomach, and Gu
Without thinking about whether to suppress it or not, Wa bent down and walked into the kitchen.
There is only a thin layer in the rice vat. You have to use three fingers to pick up the rice. There is not enough for the whole family to cook a pot of porridge.
There are no ready-made leftovers.
The whole kitchen is so empty that a mouse could starve to death.
Chen Yang stood in the kitchen blankly for a while, then shook his head and laughed.
"A day without work is a day without food."
"So this is what it feels like."
"Hey, how do I know this sentence?"
Chen Yang shook his head again.
The protest from the temple of the five internal organs in his stomach made him put all doubts and worries behind him.
A person who doesn't even have food to eat has no right to be pretentious.
Chen Yang simply went out.
Walking on the streets in the county town, Chen Yang had a familiar feeling, as if he had walked on the streets in a similar environment countless times and watched people dressed in similar hustle and bustle passing by.
Various snacks on the roadside exude an enchanting charm amidst the cries of sales.
What kind of hand-caught noodles, what kind of fried noodles, what kind of fried fish, what kind of deep-fried ghost...
Chen Yang sniffed and held his stomach, feeling even hungrier.
As for buying?
It is impossible to buy.
Anyway, Chen Yang searched all over his body and could not find a copper plate.
After walking aimlessly for a while, Chen Yang leaned outside a teahouse in front of him.
There were a lot of people sitting scattered inside the teahouse, and in the middle there was a storyteller who was reading in a mellow voice. From time to time, the sound of cheers came from it, and the waves of sound were wrapped in the fragrance of tea and pastries, making people even hungrier.
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Chen Yang tightened his belt, which made him feel less hungry.
Beside him, squatting in groups, people who couldn't tell whether they were laborers or beggars, all made exactly the same movements as him.
They were all like Chen Yang, who had no money to go to the teahouse to listen to books, so they could only sit in the corner and listen to Bai Shu.
Just seeing how they stood up one by one with difficulty and wanted to put their heads against the wall, Chen Yang was very suspicious of what they could hear.
Chen Yang is different.
He clearly discovered his superiority in hearing ability.
Even from such a long distance, Chen Yang could still clearly hear what the storyteller inside was saying?
It is said that there is a county not far away called Longmen County.
There is Longjun Temple in Longmen County.
There is a temple fair outside the Longjun Temple. On the days of the temple fair, talented people from all walks of life come to perform and make money by doing special tricks.
There is a very famous figure among them. Whenever Long Jun celebrates his birthday, the temple blessing of Long Jun Temple will invite him to perform outside the temple. His name is "The Laughing God is Not Afraid of Poverty".
This nickname immediately caught Chen Yang's attention.
He is poor and hungry.
After hearing this, Chen Yang looked disappointed.
The so-called Laughing God is not afraid of poverty, which comes from his opening remarks every time he practices:
Don’t be afraid of being poor if you are full of articles, but you will be poor if you write five cars of history books.
This God of Laughter is not afraid of making funny jokes and singing, and his stand-up comedy can make onlookers laugh all day long. He himself talks about it all day long without doing anything the same.
He is not an elegant person, but he does have knowledge in his belly. As long as he has a mouth, he is not afraid of being poor, but he will not die of hunger.
But what does this have to do with Chen Yang?
Others are not afraid of poverty, but he is afraid of poverty.
Chen Yang shook his head and was about to leave when a hand suddenly stretched out from behind him and put it on his shoulder.
"Pa~"
"Ah~ it hurts, it hurts~"
The sound in front was the crisp sound of a slap on Chen Yang's shoulder.
What followed was the scream caused by Chen Yang subconsciously grabbing the opponent's wrist and twisting it.
"Easy, gentle."
"It's broken, it's broken~"
Chen Yang's clenched fist, which he almost didn't smash down, stopped.