Chapter 73: Wooden man

Chen Pingan ate the candied fruit that had not tasted the taste for nearly ten years. He returned to the mud bottle lane with his lychee. After a house that was more than his hometown, Chen was safe and worried. Some silver, I have repaired this house. Although I have lived in this mud bottle alley since I was a child, Chen Ping has never seen this house inhabited. Before I moved to the roof to chase and kill, I deliberately cheated it here. The roof of the roof was trampled by a daddy, and Chen Ping felt that he had to take this mess on his body. Otherwise, he would have to wind and sun in the future. If he was sinned by the rain, the house might still be a second. Thirty years of time, I am afraid that even the five years will not be able to survive, and the pillars of the house will decay very quickly. This is very similar to the body of Chen Pingan who was forced to "point" by Cai Jinjian, and they are all in a state of air leakage. Chen Pingan became more and more worried, thinking about how to repair this ownerless house, not to mention the glamorous style, solid and strong can not run.
Chen Pingan did not think that he would come up with a gold coin, and exchange it with real money, silver or copper coins, such as the Yang Laotou of Yangjiapu, or the master of the blacksmith shop, but Chen Ping’s instinct, Jin Jing Such things as copper coins are real and can't be met. Every one used is one less. As for silver coins, you can earn anywhere, just by the size of the output. Therefore, Chen Pingan decided to ask the master to borrow and borrow. If you can't borrow it, and then use the gold and copper coins to solve the problem, the distress will definitely be distressed, but since there are some imminent problems, it is clearly clear that you can't pretend to turn a blind eye. Chen Ping is very afraid of owing others.
Chen Pingan returned to the yard and placed the lychee presented by the little the wall of the courtyard. The piece of the swordstone that is worthy of the city is still in the basket, but of course it will not be so bright and thrown in the yard. Chen Ping has been moved to the house. If it is not time-critical, Chen Pingan can't wait to dig a deep pit in the yard and bury the humble stone, which is insignificant but valuable, just to listen to this. The name, it feels more precious than the three bags of gold coins.
Chen Pingan heard the chicken screams in the next courtyard. When Song’s salary and the child’s departure from the town, he couldn’t take care of the old hen and chicken in the cage. It’s estimated that he was a little bit hungry. Chen Ping went to the house. Pick up the bunch of keys, then take a handful of rice from your home, walk to the door of the next door, open the chicken cage, and squat down a little bit to leak your fingers. After feeding the chicken, Chen Ping opened the door of the stove and wanted to see if there was any grain like rice, so as to avoid white mold and mildew. As a result, he entered the stove and let Chen Pingan open his eyes, a large tank of rice, just Open the lid and look at it, Chen Ping is full, there are all kinds of pots and pans in the cupboard, there is a row of ham and dried fish hanging on the wall, everything is clean, fresh and refreshing, large and small objects, miscellaneous Chaos.
Chen Pingan was suddenly attracted to the sight of a pair of firewood near the stove, and went close to the armpit. It was not the case. It was the wooden man who saw the child’s chopping with a kitchen knife. She would not cut wood at all, so she cut it for a long time. It also had little effect. It was replaced by Chen Pingan’s two times. He could smash the wooden man who was about the height of Momo. At this moment, Chen Pingan bowed his head and found that the wooden man was very strange. Red dots, all over the body, sparse, some places are densely packed together, some places have a cinnabar-like red dot across the distance, Chen Ping took a wooden man's arm and looked carefully, each red dot Next to it, there are even tiny tiny ink-colored characters. The red dot is the size of the rice grain. The strokes of those small characters are even more invisible. It is also the loss of Chen Pingan. It is only the red eye. Points and black spots only.
Chen Pingan tried to reassemble those broken limbs. It didn't take long for the wooden man to reproduce the original shape. Fortunately, the wooden man did not lack any big pieces. Unfortunately, many places were stitched together, red dots and black. The word has been cut off or scraped by the kitchen knife of the child, and it is estimated that the relatively complete Zhu Dian ink word, there are still seven or eight.
Chen Pingan got up and opened the window to make the light in the kitchen room more transparent. This continued to squat down. I carefully looked through the details and didn't dare to miss any details. It took almost an hour. Although Chen Ping did not know most of the ink characters, he still tried to remember their stroke structure.
For reading and literacy, Chen Ping’s heart has always had expectations.
When I was doing kiln work, many times after Chen climbed to the top of the mountain, I looked at the town. In addition to finding out where the mud bottle lane was, the second place I wanted to know was the school. When I was young, there was a child who was black and thin, and often went to school, leaning against the foot of the wall, and the top of the head was a book. Although I couldn’t understand what was being said, the child would feel inexplicable and peace of mind, and the heart was quiet. The grievances that have been received are gone.
However, reading a book, for the orphans at the mud bottle lane at that time, is a lot more extravagant than the candied fruit gourd, just look at it.
At this time, Chen Ping closed his eyes and used his memory to build a complete wooden man in his mind.
If there is a place with blurred memories, Chen Pingan is not in a hurry to open his eyes to see the truth. He skips first. From the beginning to the end, there are about forty or fifty uncertain Zhudian ink characters.
Chen missed the memory and remembered it. Chen Pingan took a deep breath and wanted to come again. Just just close his eyes, his head swelled and some fainted. Chen Pingan decisively no longer forced himself. Some efforts, not to die, will only be more busy and chaotic. After Chen Ping’s study of burning porcelain, he was deeply touched by this. He was not a talented person. He was purely one of the most stunned by the old man Yao.
Chen Pingan re-disarmed the wooden man, piled it in the corner of the stove, walked out of the stove, closed the courtyard door, thought about it, or went to the east gate of the town, and then found a janitor, and later worked as a blacksmith shop. The official apprentice, who mostly wants to live there, is unlikely to send a letter, so Chen Pingan wants to say hello to the bachelor, but he has not found it before.
After Chen Pingan ran to the east gate of the town, the yellow mud house was still the locked door of the door. He sighed and sat on the tree stump where Zheng Dafeng often sat. The town was no better than Mountain, there is nothing to pay attention to the mountain seat. Chen Pingan sat there and stayed, and it was rare to sneak in.
I don't know how long it took. On the road inside the town, there was a burst of car noise. Chen Pingan turned his head and looked at it. He was the first ox cart, followed by two carriages with carriages, and a group of children sitting on the ox cart. There are two familiar faces, the Li Bao bottle of the red cotton jacket, and the two blushing Shi Chunjia. In addition, I want to come to Li Chun, Lin Shouyi and Dong Shuijing, who are said by Shi Chunjia.
Five children on the ox cart, hey, it’s hot.
The driver is a strange face of a middle-aged man. He used to sit behind the driver when he was studying.
Chen Pingan looked at it, except for the red-cotton girl who was born in the four major names of Fu Lu Street, Li, and the other four children, only wearing them, the ancestors of Shi Chunjia, who lived in the dragon alley for generations, guarding that The old shop called the old age, food and clothing, but not rich, so the little girl can only be comfortable and warm, but Shi Chunjia has a cold-looking peer, wearing a brand-new black Fox, his face is white, his eyebrows are cold. Li Wei’s father, Li Er, is a well-known poem in the town. Li Wei and his sister are called Li Liu, but the three sisters and their sisters went out to discuss life, leaving only Li Wei to be fostered in the family. Now, I have to leave my hometown, and follow the old man named Ma to the Cliff College. In the last boy, the spring shirt was thin, and he wore two outer shirts that were patched and sewed. He was full of poverty and looked at the bitter child who grew up in the poor alley.
Li Baobo, Shi Chunjia, Li Wei, Lin Shouyi, Dong Shuijing.
The five small towns of Mengtong, riding a oxcart that can't cover the wind and rain, sailed to the heart of the countless scholars in Dongbaoyuan, the Cliff College, one of the Confucian 72nd Academy. At this moment, the five children will certainly not know that in the dynasty of the dynasty, there are countless generations of sturdy slogans, even if they sharpen their heads, exhausted the human incense, and also want to send their own children. Into them, follow the gentlemen and gentlemen of the wide-sleeved band, learn the Confucian sages and cultivate the country.
They naturally don’t know how to be able to call Mr. Qi Jingchun, how rare it is. On the contrary, these children will only feel that Mr. Qi has more rules, often squinting, and not getting close to him. Mr. Qi occasionally laughs, and the children don’t even know what they are doing right, so that Mr. is so open.
Li Bao bottle pointed his eyes and saw Chen Ping, who was sitting on the tree stump, and jumped off the oxcart with lightning speed. He stunned and ran to Chen Ping’s front and suddenly stood still, but he did not know. What to say, in the end, only stand up and say "I want to go far and far away", the small face is full of pride.
The old man wearing a high crown said: "Li Bao!"
Although not very happy, the old man is still letting the driver stop the cart. The little girl pouted, but turned and ran to the oxcart. She suddenly heard the guy behind her shouting her name. After turning back, she saw him raise his fist toward himself and swayed gently. It should be for her to work hard.
Li Baoping also waved his fist at him, indicating that he would work hard.
Chen Pinghui smiled and felt that the efforts of this little girl in the red cotton jacket were mostly used in play. The Cliff College would leave her footprints everywhere.
Chen Ping looked up and saw the old man sweeping the land several times in Xuexue. He wanted to nod his head. Chen Pingan laughed and gave a gift.
At the same time, someone in the carriage behind gently put down the curtains.
Although only a glimpse of the glimpse, Chen Pingan saw the face of the man, it was the scholar who went to the blacksmith shop to find the master.
Chen Pingan sent the oxcart carriage slowly out of the town.
If Chen Ping can be like the sword of Ning Yao, it will be shocked by all kinds of visions overlooking the thousands of miles of rivers that have just taken root.
There are countless kinds of birds and beasts, and on the border line between the Zhuzhudong and the Daxu territory, there is no movement, more outside, and countless of them are rushing here, like capturing What is it.
On the invisible border, they dare not take a step forward and are not willing to step back.
There is also an old man standing at the end of the stream inside the boundary line, the upper part of the body is out of the water, a crow of blue hair like a waterfall, and spread around the body, like a black lotus.
The old man who was originally mottled like a bark, is now a woman who is less than forty years old.
There is another Phiyun Mountain, which seems to be arched by the surface and slowly rises at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The cave is broken and turned into a blessed land.
In the days of the former Zhuzhu Cave, the townspeople who were born and raised in the town, no matter how rich or poor, no matter whether they are good or evil, they all have an afterlife.