Chapter 319 People in the world have their own suffering
Wen Chen looked at his younger brother and felt a little sad, but he did not come forward to help, thinking that he was also kicked out of the house by his eldest sister to fend for himself.
Wen Ze is just following his own path. How can he grow without going through hardships? How can he understand the painstaking efforts of his elder sister?
Feng Junan asked: "How to help him?"
This is a difficult problem. You can't show up, you can't let him know, and you have to let him live a good life. It's simply harder than investigating a case!
Wen Chen made a gesture to find a place where no one was around to discuss it.
As soon as the two left, Wen Ze went out to the village chief's house. Writing letters was an easy job and he made a lot of money. He worked hard to make charcoal. Selling charcoal only made ten or twenty pennies a day. Writing a letter
The letter costs five cents.
But this kind of thing doesn't happen much, and bankers don't write letters unless it's necessary.
"Ah Wu, are you going to sell charcoal tomorrow? Let's go together."
The neighbor girl Lan Hua greeted him with a blushing face. Ah Wu was really good-looking, even prettier than her.
Wen Ze said: "Okay, I will come find your father and go with you. Girls' families should stay away from home."
Lanhua's eyes lit up: "Are you worried about me?"
Wen Ze: "No, I have nothing to worry about you, neither relatives nor friends. Your parents are here, so they should be worried about you."
Thinking of his parents, Wen Chen's eyes flashed with haze. Have they really forgotten him?
His mood became a little heavier, and he didn't want to say anything to Lanhua. Making money was more important, and surviving was the only thing he had to do now.
When I passed the village chief's house, I saw a shadow flashing across the street corner. It looked familiar, but when he caught up with me, I couldn't see it anymore.
"Am I dazzled?"
It looks like the back of the fourth brother. It seems that the fourth brother cannot protect himself. Has the eldest sister forgive him?
Wen Ze sighed, he must find a way to go back.
This figure from behind is indeed Wen Chen. If they can't help, they can find someone to take care of him. There is no one more suitable than the village chief.
The village chief is a man in his forties, who looks like he is in his fifties or sixties after working all year round. When he saw Wen Ze, his smile was warmer than before. This man is the God of Wealth!
"Ah Wu, here you go, sit down and drink a bowl of hot water, rest for a while, and don't be in a hurry to write a letter. How have you been lately?"
Even though Wen Ze was in such trouble, his arrogance as a wealthy man was incompatible with the people around him. He said: "Fortunately, thank you to the village chief for your concern. I finished writing earlier and have to look after the stove. I won't rest."
"Well, I'll go sell charcoal tomorrow and I'll lend you my donkey cart."
Wen Ze was overjoyed: "Thank you so much. I will pay the rent of the donkey cart."
"A little money, you're welcome. It's fate that you come to our village. When you get rich in the future, just remember us poor folks."
"I will never forget it."
With the donkey cart, he could sell more charcoal, so Wen Ze decided to stay up late to burn an extra stove and sell them together.
The donkey cart owned by the village chief is rarely rented out, and it is rented for 20 cents at a time, which Wenze cannot afford.
Now that it is given to him for free, Wen Ze is very happy.
In the past, twenty cents was not worth it as a reward to the boy who swept the floor, but now it was enough for Wen Ze's living expenses for three days.
Wen Chen and the two went to the mayor to find an inn to stay at first. It was not far from the capital, but not close either. It would take an hour to walk there on horseback. If we go back now, the city gate will be closed, so we have to stay overnight.
A charcoal pot was lit in the room to dispel the cold air in the room. Wen Chen stared at the charcoal fire in a daze, feeling sour in his heart.
"What are you thinking about? You look like you are about to cry."
Wen Chen said with red eyes: "I think the fifth brother is living a miserable life now, but there's no way to say it's the eldest sister's fault. He's not wrong either. Why did things become like this?"
Feng Jun'an said: "Don't think so, man, can you be called a man if you don't endure hardship? Do you think I suffer? I started practicing martial arts when I was five years old, starting from four times a day. In so many years, I have never been short, two times a day.
I practice martial arts all the time, isn’t it hard for me?
Your fifth brother is just too comfortable. My eldest sister is right. The physical suffering is not suffering, but the suffering in the heart. Everyone in this world has their own sufferings. Even if you are an emperor, everything will go as you wish.
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Wen Chen said: "You are good at comforting people. Go to sleep. Tomorrow we will buy all the charcoal for the fifth brother and give him more money to celebrate the New Year."
Turn off the lights and go to bed. Feng Junan wakes up before dawn and drags Wen Chen out of bed together to practice martial arts. If you are in the mood to worry about your brother, it is better to worry about yourself. It is still free.
Who wouldn’t like a young man who takes a shower after practice and is full of energy and vitality?
Fengjun failed to install the beggar because he was too energetic.
After having breakfast at the inn, before going out to find Wen Ze, he walked in. Wen Chen was so frightened that he hurriedly hid. Wasn't the fifth brother going to sell charcoal?
Why are you here at the inn?
Soon, Wen Chen learned that Wen Ze was here to sell his charcoal. He was worthy of being Wen Yao's adopted brother. Selling charcoal on the street was cold and passive. Wen Ze would go to restaurants, inns, and the homes of Yuanwai masters in the town to sell charcoal.
, it will sell faster this way.
As long as the product is good and the price is right, it doesn’t matter who buys it?
Wen Ze successfully sold 50 cents worth of charcoal and went to the next store.
Only then did Wen Chen dare to walk out. Seeing his younger brother smiling happily after getting the money, he almost cried, "I can't bear it anymore. I'll beg my eldest sister to let my fifth brother go home."
"Okay, you go and beg for mercy, but you better think about how to explain it to your fifth brother. Will he hate you for treating him like this?"
Wen Chen's expression immediately changed. Yes, will the fifth brother hate his eldest sister?
He used to hate his eldest sister, but after going through many things, he understood her eldest sister's painstaking efforts.
At this moment, there was a burst of yelling and cursing from outside: "Who gave you permission to sell charcoal in this town? Have you asked our brothers? From now on, you will pay us 30% of the money you get from selling charcoal. This is protection money, do you understand?"
Wen Ze said angrily: "You are robbing!"
"I'll rob you. Don't you agree? If you don't agree, beat me. I'll stand here and beat you. Can you beat me?"
"Haha...he's a pretty boy, but he's quite handsome. If he sells it to a restaurant like my aunt, it could be worth a lot of money!"
Wen Ze's face turned pale, "In broad daylight, do you still have the law?"
"Wang Fa? I am Wang Fa. I don't want any money anymore. Come with us!"
They were planning to hire someone who was both good-looking and dangerous. For the first time, Wen Ze felt utter despair.
"Let me go, help me, big sister, help me!"
The first thing he thought of was Wen Yao, and he even dreamed of her as a big sister countless times, hoping that everything would be false when he woke up.
He will definitely not be willful, he will not poke his eldest sister in the heart, and he will not deliberately damage his body to make her worry. He will not do that anymore.
Unfortunately, everything is too late.
Suddenly, the man who was holding Wen Ze was kicked away. A man walked out and knocked them down several times, saving Wen Ze.