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There is no need for a boat to float, and the sloping slalom will flow.

Just like the instinct of life, even if the surface is covered with cold and hard ice, the internal air will try its best to maintain the same trajectory as usual.

Therefore, people who are frozen often do not die immediately. Perhaps as long as a bowl of hot noodles and a little burning firewood, they can climb out of the gates of hell with their inconvenient feet, not entering heaven or going to hell, and struggle and wandering in the world.

The sound of ice flowers breaking into chips continues to resound, like chopping wood and cutting wood.

The ferryman on the boat always held the fountain tightly, occasionally cold air entering his body, and couldn't help coughing a few times. His body trembled with the pressure of his throat and chest, and his palm with blue veins protruding from his veins did not relax at all.

Wrapped a few thin clothes with very incompatible colors and fabrics together, Fang Yuan, a farmer who was dealing with the cold winter, gradually fell into peace after driving out of the wooden boat for about half a mile. He did not look for the man who was used to bowing his head and buried his face under the hat to answer, nor talk to himself, but he secretly sang the songs circulating in his hometown in his heart, and his eyes shook with the boat.

The boat moves on the water, and the people move on the boat.

One link is tied up and one link is used to reduce one thing.

The young man chewing the straw roots he had just found from the bag suddenly turned over, finally stopped crossing his legs high, slowly bent his right elbow as a support, but not close to his head, and pressed tightly against the side of his neck, thinking leisurely about the two truths he heard from the storyteller.

Although the man was concentrating on rowing, he could notice many things around him from the corner of his eyes, including the boy's every move. In addition to fishing, this is another extraordinary skill he has learned on the waterway.

He did not care about what the boy was thinking at the first time, but said to the boy in a half-serious and half-joking tone: "It's a coincidence that when I was about the same age as you, I also had similar habits. Over time..."

The boy who had been calm for a long time took a deep breath, grabbed the straw roots that were about to fall in time, and danced back and forth, "Over time, yours will be numb, right?"

The man shook his head and corrected: "Wrong, it's because his strength has become stronger."

The boy grinned, and his teeth were covered with yellow on both sides of the upper and lower sides. "If this is the case, you are in the wrong position. Isn't it better to join the army than to do this?"

The man asked back, "Do you really want to join the army?"

The boy did not respond.

The man took it as his default and quickly continued: "In times of troubled times, in troubled times, before the idea of ​​wearing military uniforms, riding a war horse, and carrying swords, guns, swords and halberds openly, it is best to do another thing first."

The young man suddenly imitated the tone of the storyteller in his hometown, looked back and looked back, "I hope to hear the details."

The man glanced at him, and his voice was not a bit distracting. "Find a Taoist priest who is well versed in Yin and Yang, Five Elements, Feng Shui and Numerology, calculate a divination for himself, deduce and predict his own disasters, and then ask him if he has any solutions to resolve them. If there is any, he will destroy money and eliminate disasters. If there is no, choose a coffin, look forward to the cemetery, and set up a tomb to avoid being buried in the battlefield. No one asks or hears about it, no one knows or knows it, and becomes a lonely ghost."

After a while, the boy looked stagnant. After half a stick of incense, he adjusted his figure and sat cross-legged on the wooden boat. He said quietly: "We have not even saved enough money to marry a wife, so we have to plan the coffin book first? Isn't this a young man who digs the loess and is willing to fall into depravity? It's not worth it, and it can't be done..."

Listening to the young man Fang Yuan’s thoughts and most of his own idioms, the man felt amused and laughed, “At a young age, he was very enthusiastic about doing serious things and having sex on the whim, and he seemed to be quite keen on getting married. Could it be that the young man was in love with someone in his heart?”

I don’t have much concept of geography. I left my hometown Pingshan and stumbled to the upper reaches of the Hutuo River. I wanted to turn from the waterway to Qinzhou. I was all because of the ignorant young man who missed her, and his eyes shone through the sluggish hole. "Uncle said seriously, but he was similar to the storyteller in our hometown. I have a set of things, but I don’t know how to learn and use them now. Some words are taught by others. Uncle, you don’t have the taste of a scholar and speak very interestingly. I don’t know if you can teach us a few things to make the little girl happy, huh?"

The man smiled and asked, "To you, is it really a little girl?"

The boy yawned and unconsciously slapped the back of his head, as if he was not asking for help.

The man knew how to restrain himself and did not explain it clearly. He turned to: "It's okay to teach you a few love words, but you have to promise me a condition."

The boy once again held straw and swung his teeth, making a desperate move.

The man smiled faintly and said, "I don't want your people or your wealth. Just listen to you tell me a story. If it is very exciting, I will make a copy and not leave you behind in the middle. I will send you safely to the Qinzhou territory."

"really?!"

“Is there any benefit to lie to you?”

The boy no longer doubted, pressed his impulse and asked, "What story does uncle want to hear? I can tell you everything I heard from the storyteller, chivalrous, love, hate, and disputes on the battlefield, everything is available!"

The man said calmly: "The disputes in the world are caused by men and women, and they will get bored after listening to it too much. It is better to talk about the customs and customs of my hometown."

The boy seemed to encounter difficulties and said worriedly: "Our people are simple and simple, and they are basically people who are careful in calculating, diligent and thrifty in their family and live a peaceful life. Few verbal frictions occur. Even if there are, they are mostly on the farmland. There is no ups and downs at all. It is difficult to find an entry point!"

The man repeated his request, "Boy, don't follow the storytelling style. It doesn't matter if it's plain, as long as it's people and things in your hometown, you can talk about it. Sometimes, the most interesting thing is to be closest to the firewood, rice, oil, salt, pots and pans."

"Food, rice, oil, salt, pots, pans, and pots..." Fang Yuan, a young man who was not as rich and broad as a man who had experienced many experiences and had a long history, could not understand the profound meaning behind these eight words for a while, so he had to think about it from the literal meaning. Suddenly, there was a flash of inspiration and some feelings.

"I can't remember which year it was. I only know that I was still very young at that time, so I couldn't reach the stove and couldn't get the farm tools. My mother was infected with a cold and was bedridden. She spent a lot of medicine. But the harvest of crops was not good that year. In order to make up for the gap, our father went out to find a job outside and worked as a handyman. When he was busy, he didn't fall out of the house for seven days. After finally coming back, he was too tired and fell asleep. He couldn't take good care of himself, so how could he take care of others? So it's common for us to get some dry food and well water to deal with both of us. Spiritually, we can get used to it, physically, and we can't taste the taste of oil and water for a long time... Alas, we are stupid, but the uncle should be able to understand it, right?"

The man nodded slightly, then asked unreasonably: "Even if you are, your family is only three?"

Fang Yuan looked at him and suddenly used his mouth together, bit off a piece of straw, chewed it a few times and swallowed it into his stomach. "I thought too much, a tree can have so many branches and green leaves, and human relationships will only be more complicated. The straw roots can be easily broken, and a few bites are also taken, but relatives and friends are not so easy to give up."

The man smiled and understood, "But I wonder how many relatives and friends in your family had reached out for help at that time?"

Fang Yuan looked down at Shuang with a serious expression, but then he made the child's habitual movements in front of the man.

Rating the index number.

The man, who was very patient, paid attention to him while rowing, never making fun of him or interrupting him. In a flash, the boy had already pulled his left ring finger in front of him.

Count from right to left, this is the seventh finger.

What followed was almost irrelevant answers.

"Well, there seem to be... three."

"Three?" The unexpected answer made the man feel a little instinctively stunned, and even his strength was obviously stagnant. The end of the wooden oar was stuck in the cracks in the rocks at the bottom of the river.

"A certain Tianbo lingers in the sky, there is a snake in the wave. Can you ask who is the young hero?"

Just like the truth that everything will turn the opposite, the sudden and serious rules make people subconsciously feel irregular and inappropriate.

Fang Yuan, who looked surprised and puzzled, had to smile dryly: "Why did the uncle suddenly be so polite? He called me a young hero, and he couldn't do it, and he was not used to it. After all, I don't have any master."

The man held back his chest and said in a deep voice: "Who taught you such a unique counting method?"

Fang Yuan said oh, as if he understood it, and his laughter widened, and he quickly smoothed out, "Oh, don't care about these details, the point is those three people. Uncle, I didn't have as much to say when I heard others tell stories before."

Hearing this, the man really stopped telling a word, and under the hat, he looked quiet.

Fang Yuan said, "The three of them are also a family, and they are from authentic peasants. After several generations, they can't find any prominent figures. They can be heard by those frivolous and frivolous young men, and they will be ridiculed. But they can laugh at people, but others can laugh at them. At least in our hometown, those who wear gold and silver are far less likely to wear stars and moons, holding hoes and sickles, and are all wearing rough peasants. According to the truth of the storyteller, what is the meaning of birds of birds gather together, and people are divided into groups. In our own truth, it is purely a word of fate. Uncle Wang, I look at the fate of being a good person, and Aunt Wei, I look at the good fate, and the son of the two, Wang San, I look at the fate of being a heart. Alas, it's a pity that people have the fate of being a good person, but the heavens have no eyes. Uncle Wang died of illness, Aunt Wei and Wang San..."

After a pause, the young man smiled bitterly, "Later, he became someone else's wife and son."

The man suddenly spoke, "Isn't this good?"

The young man lies back on the wooden boat, using his pillows as his pillows, "Whether they are good or bad, they know best."

"You haven't seen them again?"

"My hometown people regard that matter as a taboo and rarely mention it. I don't even know when they left or where they went, so how could I see them again? However, Aunt Wei is beautiful and looks simple and elegant, and can do the work of a village woman. She doesn't look like an ordinary village woman at all. She should be loved after remarrying. I can't say that Wang San Ge."

"Why can't you say it well?"

"Old Chen next door lost his wife in his early years, and only one daughter. When he was nearly 50 years old, he married another one. The other party brought a young and strong son to live with him. I have seen that man a few times. Good guys are big and thick, and one can stand up. I am ten of them, and I am not vague at all. As a result, I am a little bit angry because I have a big appetite and are often criticized and criticized by Old Chen because I have a little too much appetite. Wang San Ge has been thin and has average strength since he was a child, but his appetite is different from ordinary people. If his stepfather and Old Chen have the same temperament, can he have a good life?"

After hearing this, the man laughed from the bottom of his heart.

Young people from farm families think about problems, and they rarely substitute the wonderful and strange worlds depicted by storytellers.

But he can't blame him.

It is just because storytellers and listeners in the world are almost always telling and experiencing other people's lives.

The rest is the self. Only by understanding the self can you see the true self.
Chapter completed!