Yunzhong realized that he seemed to have fallen into a trap.
The first three days were fine. It was easy to chop four or five wooden stakes every day. However, after a night's sleep, my shoulders felt a little sore and numb. Fortunately, I was young and had strong energy and blood, so I could get used to it quickly. But on the fourth day, the shopkeeper magically pulled out a broken ax covered with old rust and asked him to use it to chop firewood. A pile of firewood bars cost five cents.
Five cents was more than doubled than before. The young man was so poor that his eyes turned green. He agreed as soon as his head was hot and he fought hard with the wooden stake. To chop firewood with an axe, you need to have strong arms. The ax rises and falls countless times every day. Even if it is just swinging but not chopping, it is a hard work that makes your hands and feet weak. What's more, the ax head is really rusty, and the entire row of sharp edges is... Only half the width of a palm is left usable. In fact, this is no longer chopping firewood, but smashing firewood.
It's not that Yun Zhong didn't think of polishing it, but the shopkeeper told him that it was a relic of an old friend and insisted on keeping it as it was. So, after the young man was caught stealing an ax sharpening three times, the kind-faced teahouse owner deducted a penny from his wages.
In the eyes of the young man, this penny was not money at all. It was his life.
He seemed to be watching the bowls of crystal clear wontons getting further and further away from him.
Every time a young man wakes up from pain in the middle of the night, this sentence is changed to "Under a heavy reward, there must be a fool." In the winter, the skin on the hands is already dry, so the young man did not have the money to imitate the ladies of the Qingchai family and apply horse oil and mutton oil on their hands. Under the great force, the tiger's mouth cracked, and the skin and flesh burst open. When the cold wind blew, it seemed as if hundreds of small insects were biting vertically, causing an unbearable itching mixed with dull pain. He had no choice but to comfort himself that money was hard to earn and chaff was hard to swallow, so he just had to endure. He scraped scraps from the mullet board and applied it to the wound. He took great effort to dig out the remaining tattered cloth strips from the bottom of the bed, wrapped his hands tightly, and fell asleep again.
However, everything has good and bad points. He comes to cut firewood every day, and he becomes increasingly familiar with the shopkeeper, and he even drinks wine from time to time.
Every time after noon, most people tend to feel sleepy. Yun Zhong is an immature child and has deep inertia, so he can't lift his energy. At this time, the shopkeeper often asked him to put down his axe, and the two drunkards drank from the pot.
Since Shangzao Niu drank to celebrate the third autumn, Yun Zhong felt that the wine was really good, and his worries, boredom and pain disappeared as soon as the wine dripped down his stomach.
In the little painting book, the heroic spirit of the immortal while drinking wine and cutting peach blossoms is indeed true.
In fact, at this time, the young man did not have any sorrow that could be drowned by wine, but wine could relieve pain and drive away the cold. It has been half a month since the shopkeeper came to visit, and as the New Year is approaching, the turbulent cold current rushing from the northern swamps rushes through the town at high speed, as if even the sun is frozen, and the weather is particularly cold. The old cotton clothes worn by the boy turned into reed-like cotton, making it difficult to withstand the cold wind. A new cotton-padded coat costs thirty-six cents, but the young man can only chop half a piece of wood every day, making no progress. After much calculation, the young man's current possessions are only forty or fifty copper coins. After deducting grain, rice, oil and salt, there is really not much surplus. It's not that I asked the shopkeeper to borrow it unintentionally. An advance of ten yuan was not too much for the shopkeeper's family business. But every time the young man made up his mind to speak, he would think of the drink he had consumed. The young man thought that his mother had said that he should repay a favor. Now it is difficult to repay, but at least he can no longer take advantage. Thinking of this, he swung the ax harder and harder.
Purchasing New Year's goods under the New Year's Day has always been an indispensable part of celebrating the New Year in small towns. The town is relatively remote and poor, but the rich flavor of the New Year is no less than that of wealthy counties. There is a way to live richly, and a way to live poor. Many ingenious women replaced their children's old clothes with new ones made of bright red cloth. The children wore "new clothes" and grabbed the hands of adults and ran around to pick out dried fruits for the firecrackers; the candy ball sellers also cheered up at this time, filling the straw stacks with shiny candy balls and selling them in the streets. The streets had changed from silence for days, and became bustling with people.
Wu Shuang was squatting and bargaining with a fierce-looking hunter, muttering something about the mottled fur and his hind legs being too thin. The fat hare weighed twelve cents was weighed down to six cents by him, but he still hadn't paid for it. Meaning of money. Orion raised his triangular eyes and asked, "Should I buy it or not?" He slammed the black machete in his hand towards the ground.
Wu Shuang carried Fat Rabbit back home with some regret. Bargaining is a skill, and he really couldn't imagine how Lao Zhou could buy a fat rabbit with only three pennies in the past.
Approaching the teahouse, the fat shopkeeper heard someone shouting something. He was surprised and walked to the backyard in two steps.
"fifty two."
"Multiply."
"ninety two."
"Finally."
"Four thousand four hundred and twenty-four."
The young man's voice was word by word. There were more than a pile of firewood split into piles in front of him, each piece was two fingers wide. The blood was thrown far away along the ax handle, and his face was purple with cold.
But the boy was still counting, his eyes were bright and his ax was red.
ps. This is not something the author came up with in a day. Usually, there is one update per day. Additional updates depend on the situation. These are just deposits.
