Parents don't mind if their children are dirty, but a spanking is inevitable.
No matter how good Qian Longlong's mother is, he will definitely be angry when he sees his son covered in shit.
Qian Longlong and his mother lived in 302, and an old man lived in 303. After hearing the news, the old man came over without even looking at me, and went directly to see his grandson.
Half an hour later, the old man let me in.
"What's your name? How did my grandson become like this?"
This old man looked to be in his seventies, with cold eyes. He was half a head taller than me, with a sturdy build and a muscular body. He wore only a navy blue woolen sweater on his upper body in the winter, and his temples had high bulges on both sides.
I remember Brother Yu said that this characteristic is the characteristic of a master practicing Jiazi.
The old man just stared at me for a few times, giving me an inexplicable sense of oppression. It's hard to describe that feeling, it's just a sense of oppression.
"Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding. Your grandson was playing outside and had an accident. It was me who saved him. I am a friend of the beggar Liu. I came here to see you for something."
He had no reaction during the first half of the conversation.
When he heard the second half of what I said, a trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, and this surprise disappeared in an instant. Remember the website address m.
"Xiao Lin, help Longlong wash up and change his clothes."
"I understand, Dad." A middle-aged woman's response came from the bathroom.
"Come with me."
The old man led me into room 303 next door.
"Hello, sir." Knowing the true identity of the old man in front of me, I didn't dare to put on any airs, so I greeted him respectfully.
"Tell me, what's going on? I was passing through Handan and traveling with my family. How did you come to know Liu, the beggar?"
"Master, my name is Xiang Yunfeng. It was the beggar Liu who pointed out a way for me to live and asked me to come to you." After a pause, I added, "It's because of the Changchun Conference."
The old man sat on the sofa, holding the handle with both hands, and said in a calm tone: "What do you do?"
I replied: "Go down to the Nine Gates to rob tombs and find gold."
A smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth.
"Looking at your young age, you didn't expect to be in this kind of business. Digging into people's ancestral graves is detrimental to your moral character."
I did not deny it and said: "People live their whole lives without believing in evil virtues or fearing infamy. They only seek wealth."
"Haha, digging a grave is digging a grave. You will find reasons for yourself."
He said: "I don't know beggar Liu, but I know that this person has clear rewards and punishments in the society. He will not target a young boy like you for no reason. Let me tell you who did something to you in the society."
The old man took out a cigarette from his pocket. I ran over and took out the lighter, covering it with my hand and lighting it.
Knowing that the old man in front of me had a special identity, I didn't dare to hide it, so I told the story exactly from beginning to end.
"Is there such a thing? Blue potion?"
After hearing this, he frowned and asked, "Did Wu Le tell you that?"
I said yes respectfully, and explained: "Godfather, Beggar Liu said that you hate evil as much as you hate evil and have justice. The reason why Changchun Society and I are enmity is because of the blue potion. Regardless of whether this thing is useful or not, now this thing is no longer in my hands."
I don’t understand, but the time I deceived Director Wu before, it was really a life-saving move out of desperation.”
"We have been hiding here and there for more than a year and have suffered a lot. I hope you can come to our rescue and let us go." After I finished speaking, I bowed respectfully.
The old man flicked the cigarette ashes casually and looked up at the ceiling, as if talking to someone or to himself.
"Zheng DaDaZheng, Zheng DaDaDa, just leave when you have to. Don't hold on. How can there be that kind of potion in this world? What if I live for a few more years? I'm just hanging on to deceive myself and others. It's been delayed until now. I have two years.
We are waiting for dinner in front of you.”
"What did you say your name was?"
"Xiang Yunfeng."
"Okay, I understand, let's go."
"Walk?"
"You promised to save me?"
The old man shook his head and said: "After two days of finishing that matter, I will personally call Wu Le to ask. If things are really as you said, it was indeed because of Zheng Dadan's illness that the elder bullied the younger. Now
I won't promise you."
"Master, after you finish what you said, are you going to capture Xie Qirong alive?"
"Boy, you know a lot about what happened in the meeting."
The old man nodded, "Yes, we are indeed here to take Brother Xie back."
"Brother Xie?"
I think he is much older than Xie Qirong, but he still calls Xie Qirong Brother Xie?
Is Xie Qirong older than him? It doesn't seem like it.
I know what's appropriate and don't dare to ask questions about some things. As long as the person is willing to listen to me tell me what happened, then I will have succeeded.
The main reason is that people don't believe me when I say that I have run out of blue potion a long time ago. If I had, I would have given it to them. I am really afraid of that thing.
"Bang bang." Someone knocked on the door outside the house.
"dad."
The old man got up and opened the door. Standing outside the door was the middle-aged woman from before. She was wearing a cooking apron and disposable gloves on her hands.
"What's wrong, Xiaolin? Longlong, have you cleaned him up?"
The middle-aged woman said with a bitter face: "Forget it, Dad. I have used up the bottle of shampoo. I told my mother. Mom was very angry, scolded me, and asked dad to call her back."
The old man immediately glared and said: "Just wash the child! What do you tell her to do!"
Then the old man took out his mobile phone and made a call.
The voice was a little low at first, but then he turned on the speakerphone and I could probably hear the content on the phone clearly.
Ganye’s wife, Grandma Qianlonglong, was yelling on the phone, saying that it would be unlucky for her grandson to fall into a manhole during the New Year. This is called Zhaohui in their Sichuan province, and they must get rid of the bad luck before the New Year arrives.
How to remove obscurity?
It means to eat hundreds of rice for hundreds of families, take a rag bag to the street, borrow rice from other families, and give each household a handful. If you gather enough for one hundred people, it will be considered as one hundred families of rice.
Eating this kind of rice can get rid of bad luck on your body, and you will have good luck and good luck in the coming year, with no illness or disaster.
The godfather immediately said: "What are you doing? Who am I and what is my identity? You want me to go to the streets to beg for food? Who in the ten northern provinces dares to let me do this!"
Curses immediately came from the phone.
"You're a piece of shit!"
"You have to go to Handan to tinker with your broken clock! I asked my daughter-in-law to supervise it, but if it doesn't work, I will fly there tomorrow! If you didn't let Longlong eat hundreds of rice! If you dare to mess up! You will follow your broken clock
Live your life!”
There was a blind tone on the phone and the other party hung up.
I turned my head and looked behind me, pretending not to see or hear anything.
"Dad, you heard it too. I don't dare not listen to what mom said. Tomorrow I will go to the area to ask for rice. We are not familiar with the place and we don't know if they will give it to us. It will be embarrassing."
"do not go!"
"I won't go! You can't go either!"
"Boy, go ahead." The old man suddenly pointed at me.
I hurriedly shook my head and said I won’t go. I have never had to live in poverty even though I have grown up. Besides, your grandson shot himself into the manhole by shooting off a cannon. What does that have to do with me? If I hadn’t saved him, he would have drowned. (Later
I don’t dare to say this.)
"Huh?" The old man raised his eyebrows.
"No problem, I'll go tomorrow." I immediately changed my mind.
After I returned home, I told Mr. Liu about this. I said, Mr. Liu, begging for food is your special skill. This time I really want to beg for food. You have to help me. I am embarrassed to talk to others, so how can I beg for food.
Mr. Liu said that there is no problem. If you help his grandson, he will help you. If you help you, you are helping me. You prepare yourself. We will go begging for food tomorrow.
In the winter of 2003, from near Nanguan Street in Wu'an to the bus station, someone may have seen an old man and a young man going to someone's house with a teapot and a cloth bag to ask for rice.
Those two people are me and Mr. Liu.
I learned another skill. If I really can’t survive anymore, I can go to the streets to beg for food.
Begging is a technical job, and you need to pay attention to whether your hands and face are dirty, your clothes are worn, your shoes are worn, your hands and face are not dirty, and you have to wash them cleanly, so that the chance of success will be much greater.
The beggar Mr. Liu’s family inherits both literary and military skills.
Wen Yao is a literary beggar. He pays attention to neither being humble nor being arrogant. He has clean hands and face. He calls men brother when he sees him and calls women sister when he sees women.
He said: "If life is in trouble, give me some. I will leave after eating and I won't cause any trouble."
Military beggars are called martial beggars, and there are relatively few of them now. Military beggars are divided into nail-headed beggars, stigma-headed beggars, and snake-headed beggars.
Among them, the nail-headed beggar is the most powerful. When begging for food, the head beggar holds a hammer in one hand and an inch-long rusty coffin nail in the other. If he dares to deny food, he will directly smash the coffin nails on his head. This is really true.
Smash it, it will be bloody.
Under normal circumstances, the host will give a small amount if he is afraid that someone will die at home and cause trouble for him.
I followed the beggar Liu out in the morning and begged for food all day long. When it got dark, I asked for half a bag of rice.
Each of the hundreds of families scooped out a little bit. The godfather even sent someone to watch. He was afraid that I would cheat and buy ready-made ones.
At around nine o'clock in the evening, I took Baijiami and went to the Blue Sky Hotel to deliver the rice.
Qianlong and Longma said that the godfather was not upstairs, but on the second underground floor of the hotel. I wanted to hand it over to him in person, so I carried the rice to the second underground floor of the Blue Sky Hotel.
There is a large room on the second floor underground, and the door is locked.
Just as I was about to reach out and knock on the door, I suddenly heard a crisp and sweet knocking sound coming from the house.
"clang"
"clang"
The lingering sound echoed through the doors and windows, echoing through the basement levels, lingering for a long time.
This is by no means comparable to the piano and violin.
