It has been more than half a month since Er Gouzi was driven out by his uncle’s family. In the eyes of the villagers, Er Gouzi had long died in a snowdrift. When Er Gouzi knocked on Huang Laocai’s door, Huang Laocai almost thought it was a ghost. After making sure he was alive, he let him in. “I heard from your uncle that you have been clamoring to split up and work alone, and you ran away from home in a rage.” In this winter, if you run away from home alone, without food or water, you will die of hunger and cold in eighteen years, but you didn’t say it clearly. “You said you would come, so why did you bring pork!” Huang Laocai said it was not polite, but he took Er Gouzi’s string of fat meat with his hands enthusiastically. "It's cold outside, come in and sit down!" Er Gouzi pulled his clothes and pants at the door, trying to cover the hole on his butt, and then walked into Huang Laocai's house.
Huang Laocai's house is a mud brick and green tile house, forming a semicircle, and there is a very wide yard in the room. It is much more luxurious than the family of Huang Bo. "Mr. Huang, I want to rent a few acres of land from you." After Er Gouzi entered the house, he hesitated for a while, and couldn't think of any nice and polite words, so he just got straight to the point. "Oh! How old are you now?" When Huang Laocai saw Er Gouzi carrying pork to his door, he guessed a little bit that he would come to him to ask for money, which was nothing more than renting land or borrowing money. But Er Gouzi in front of him didn't look grown up yet, and he was not as tall as an adult's shoulders. If he doesn't farm well, he won't be able to collect rent. "You're 14 years old now!" Er Gouzi straightened his thin chest, trying to prove his strength. "Don't worry, Mr. Huang! These people have been working in the fields for a long time, and they know everything about farming!" "You came at an unfortunate time. I went to your house to return the land, and it has been rented out in the past few days!" Er Gouzi's heart sank when he heard this. Without land, he had a treasure gourd in vain, but he couldn't use it. Although it seems that there are barren mountains and wastelands everywhere, these lands belong to their owners. If he can't rent a field, he won't even have a place to stand. "Is there nothing left? One acre is fine!" Er Gouzi said, looking at the fat meat in Huang Laocai's hand. If he couldn't rent the land, he would lose this piece of fat meat. He was thinking, could he find an excuse to get it back? Huang Laocai also looked at the fat meat in his hand. He couldn't bear to give it back, but he was soft-hearted.
After thinking for a while, he slapped his head and suddenly realized. "Look at your memory. I remember that there is indeed a piece of land." "However, this piece of land is relatively barren. It is a newly reclaimed land, and the location is also relatively remote. Do you want it?" Er Gouzi was delighted to hear this. He had a treasure like the yellow-skinned gourd. He planted it in the snow and on the top of the mountain. He didn't care whether the land was fertile. As for the remote location, it was just what he wanted. No one would discover the secret of his gourd. "All I need is a piece of land. Where is it?" "Shekou Mountain! The old stubborn donkey died a few days ago!" Huang Laocai said meaningfully. Everyone around Shexi Village knows Shekou Mountain. Where Shexi originates is a mountain. There is a cave at the foot of the mountain, like an open snake mouth. A spring flows out of Shekou, creating a farmland around Shexi and Shexi Village. But there is a legend in the village that there is a snake demon in Shekou Mountain, and anyone who sees it will die! The villagers are afraid of the legend of the snake demon. Usually, they will not go in that direction when there is nothing to do. In addition, Shekou Mountain is above the source of Shexi River. There is no water there. There are more stones than soil on the mountain, and it is impossible to cultivate. It has always been a barren mountain. However, there was a stubborn donkey in the village who refused to believe in evil. He was called the old stubborn donkey. He could not be persuaded and insisted on going to Shekou Mountain to open up wasteland. At that time, the news spread in the village. Not to mention that there was no snake demon, it was not an easy thing to open up wasteland, let alone the poor mountains and bad waters of Shekou Mountain. Sure enough, this stubborn donkey worked hard and died of exhaustion. "The old stubborn donkey has reclaimed a total of one mu of wasteland, but has not had time to sow. Now I rent it to you. You only need five dou of grain per day." "If you can reclaim new wasteland on Shekou Mountain, the first day will be free of rent!" Huang Laocai looked at Er Gouzi's thin body, which was almost like a chicken. He just said that and didn't expect him to be able to reclaim wasteland. The two discussed and decided and signed a document immediately. Er Gouzi rented an acre of wasteland in Shekou Mountain. At first, he had to pay five dou of rice every day, and then it would return to the normal one stone. If Er Gouzi could reclaim new land, he would be exempted from rent for the first time... The paper was filled with black and white words, and Er Gouzi could barely recognize half of them, and the rest could be guessed. Fortunately, before his parents died, he was enrolled in a private school to learn a few words and lay a foundation. After his parents died, Gou forced him to recognize a lot of words every day. After Gou died, he could only learn a few words secretly while his cousin was reading and writing.
Er Gouzi looked at the content on the white paper, which was no different from the discussion, so he picked up the pen and wrote the word "Zhang Er Gou" crookedly. His surname is Zhang, and his given name is Ergou. Gou means to linger on and live a miserable life! After signing, each of them kept a copy. If there is a dispute between the two parties in the future, this will be the evidence. "It's getting late, let's just finish dinner before leaving!" Huang Laocai folded the lease, put it in his arms, and smiled to keep the meal. Er Gouzi still ate in the morning, and he was already hungry. Seeing Huang Laocai's initiative to invite him, he hurriedly thanked him. "Thank you, boss!" Huang Laocai immediately told his concubine to take the piece of fat meat to the kitchen to fry it. Not long after, Huang Laocai and his concubine had already brought a dish. The dish was placed on the table, still steaming, and the aroma of meat could be smelled from a long distance. Er Gouzi tried his best not to swallow his saliva, but his mouth was like a spring, and the saliva gathered more and more, and he couldn't hold it in. In the end, he could only lower his head and quietly swallowed his saliva several times, trying not to make a sound of swallowing saliva. After swallowing his saliva, he looked around, hoping that no one would notice. It turned out that Huang Laocai had been looking at him with a smile. Er Gouzi's face instantly turned red, so undignified, so useless! "Er Gouzi, sit down and eat quickly, the food is ready for you." At this time, Huang Laocai and his sons were all sitting at the table, each with a bowl of white rice in front of them. In the middle of the table was a plate of pork fried with dried radish. Er Gouzi picked up a bowl of rice and was about to go to the side to eat. In the eight years of the uncle's family, since the death of the dog, he has never been allowed to eat at the same table. He felt that he was not qualified to eat at the same table with Mr. Huang, which would make him seem ignorant of the rules. "Sit! Just sit here and eat peacefully, it doesn't matter which guest doesn't come to the table!" Er Gouzi couldn't resist, and finally sat on the same bench with Huang Laocai's son Huang Fugui. He picked up the rice and took a bite of it. This is probably the strength of the richest man in Shexi Village, eating white rice every meal. "Er Gouzi, eat vegetables, eat vegetables!" "Don't just eat rice without vegetables!"
"Just eat as much as you want, there's plenty of white rice!" Er Gouzi picked up a piece of fat and two pieces of dried radish. The dried radish absorbed enough lard, it was crunchy, sweet and refreshing. The pork fat was soft and tender, and it was so delicious that you couldn't wait to swallow your tongue. He ate five bowls of rice and five pieces of fat. After the meal at the home, there was still half a plate of pork and radish on the table. In fact, Er Gouzi felt that he could eat at least ten bowls of rice. "Thank you, boss, I'm leaving first!" When he left the Huang family, the sky had begun to turn dark. There were a few pedestrians in the village, walking home. Just as he turned a corner, he almost bumped into the person opposite. "You...you..." This person was the second son of the uncle's family. When he saw Er Gouzi, he was shocked and confused for a while, and couldn't say the rest of the words. "What's wrong with you? Are you curious that you are not dead?" Er Gouzi stared at this cousin who usually bullied him because of his father's protection. He kicked him in the face that night and was very happy. Er Gouzi looked around and saw that there was no one around. He suddenly grabbed his cousin's collar. "Pa Pa Pa..." He slapped him from the front, and then slapped him from the back. He slapped him from left to right, and slapped him ten times in a row, making his cousin's face slightly swollen. "I'll collect some interest today!" After beating him, he pushed him to the ground and ran away. = || ; ({ mode: 'thumbs-feed-01', container: 'taboola-below-article-feed', placement: 'Below Article Feed', target_type: 'mix' });
