The strongest dream shuttle

Chapter 32

Yang Fan saw that the village man who fell on the ground did not look like a bad person, so he stepped forward to help him.

"I'm sorry, uncle, I regarded you as a bad person, and I will help you up."

The villager shook off his outstretched hands, supported the ground with one hand, stood up with a vigorous leap, clapped his hands and said, "Don't look at me as a cripple, I'm not a disabled person, even a young man with healthy limbs may Stronger than me."

As he said that, the villager picked up the stick and was about to leave, but Yang Fan grabbed him.

"Uncle, are you a villager near here?"

The villager looked Yang Fan up and down. He was covered in mud and his hair was messy. He didn't look like a good person.

"What are you going to do? No one here has dared to rob me. As I said just now, don't look at me as a cripple. I'm not much worse than a healthy person." The villager tilted his head and looked at Yang Fan, ready to leave .

Yang Fan grabbed him with both hands.

The villager turned around, gave Yang Fan an arm with the stick in his hand, and cursed: "You dress better than me, and you are bothering me?"

Yang Fan quickly explained: "Uncle, you misunderstood me, really misunderstood me."

The villager looked at him suspiciously.

"Last night, I was kidnapped by bandits and sold to Liu San'er on the mountain. He wanted to arrest me and do hard work for his brick kiln. I have never done hard work since I was a child. How could I stand hard work? Didn't he let me go Die, I ran out in the middle of the night when no one was prepared. Liu Saner found out and went looking for me in the mountains. I hid in the grass all night. I just ran down the mountain and ran into you. I thought I met a bandit again. ……" Yang Fan spread his arms and smiled helplessly.

The village man nodded and asked, "Then where do you live?"

Yang Fan shook his head and said: "My home is in a foreign country, far away from this mountain. I want to go down the mountain but I am afraid of meeting those bandits again. What should I do?" He waved his hands and sat down on the ground, wiped tears.

"If you don't mind, little brother, you can come with me to rest at home, and you can choose a day to go home when the weather calms down." As he said, the villager lowered his head and patted Yang Fan's back.

Yang Fan was overjoyed, held the villager's hand and said, "Are you serious about what Uncle said?"

The village man patted Yang Fan on the shoulder and said, "Little brother, although I am older than you, I am still in my prime, so you can call me Big Brother. Everyone in the city calls me Lame Liu. I am the only bachelor in my family. I have no wife and no children, and I cut wood for a living every day. I accidentally knocked my ax on a rock and broke it when I was chopping wood. I was planning to rest for two days and go to the blacksmith shop to buy a new one, but I was worried that I had no money to buy it, so Today I went up the mountain again and brought this rotten ax to chop some firewood and go back."

Yang Fan stood up abruptly, grabbed the villager's hand excitedly and asked, "Your ax is broken, and you want to change it, but you don't have the money?"

The village man was taken aback, not knowing what to say, and looked at Yang Fan inexplicably.

"Your leg is a little lame? Your surname is Liu?"

Yang Fan stared at the villager with wide eyes.

The villager nodded blankly, at a loss.

"I found you!" Yang Fan shouted excitedly as he grabbed the villager.

Is this person mentally ill?I don't know him, how did he finally find me?It seems that the brain is really sick, I have to stay away from him.The village man shook off Yang Fan's hand, turned and left, and quickened his pace.

Yang Fan chased after him, stopped in front and said, "I would like to go to your house to rest."

The villager glanced at him and sighed deeply.

The main street in the city is surrounded by shops, and the business of each family is booming. They bypass the end of the main street and turn into a small road. There are various small commodity shops on the side of the road. Liu Laizi took Yang Fan through this small road , came to an uneven, potholed road, he was walking hard, Yang Fan saw that his legs and feet were inconvenient, so he helped him with both hands, but was gently pushed away by Liu Zizi, smiled and said: "It's okay, I will Walk this way every day."

After walking for less than a mile, Liu Laizi stopped in front of an old house, took out a long key, and inserted it into the lock on the door.

"Come in, this is my home. It's a bit broken, but it can protect me from the wind and rain. It's still a home anyway."

Yang Fan, who was sitting in the room, looked at every corner of the room, and Liu Laizi handed over a cup of tea.

Yang Fan saw that this house was built of mud and thatch, and the inside of the house was extremely simple, with a few unfolded quilts scattered on an earthen kang, and some small holes had leaked in the window paper on the windows, although It's summer, but mosquitos will come in at night. There are many wine bottles scattered on the ground, and a clay doll is placed on a broken table. The red doll is holding a big fish. Liu Laizi said it was a trap.

There is a stove in the other room, on which is a kettle for boiling water, and half an orange peel is roasting beside the stove. Liu Lizi relies on this stove for cooking every day.His house has no stove or big pot, only a small iron pot that has been broken and not round. Yang Fan feels that the place is too simple, and a bachelor will not be able to marry a wife if he continues like this.

Liu Laizi didn't take it seriously. He sat on the kang and drank tea with his bare feet, and asked Yang Fan, "Little brother, don't you know your name?"

"My name is Yang Fan, the Yang of the poplar tree, the sail of the sailboat."

Cripple Liu laughed loudly: "Don't tell me how to write it, I can't even write my own name, let alone yours."

It turned out that he was illiterate, and he failed again in terms of the conditions for marrying a wife.

Yang Fan smiled awkwardly.

"How many years have you lived here?"

"I have lived here since I was a child. My parents went to the mountains to cut firewood in my year and never came back. They still don't know how to live or die. Almost 30 years have passed in a blink of an eye."

"Then what else do you do besides chopping firewood?" Yang Fan wondered how he had lived here alone for more than thirty years.

"Drinking, I just chop wood and drink, and besides drinking, I chop wood, nothing else."

Yang Fan nodded awkwardly, then suddenly looked at the clay doll on the table and asked, "Where did you say this doll came from?"

Limp Liu limped over, picked up the doll and handed it to Yang Fan: "If you like it, I'll give it to you. It's useless for me to keep it. Last time there was a ring in the east of the city, and it costs ten cents." Once, I put it on once and put it back on."

Yang Fan took the clay doll from Liu Laizi's hand, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, the handwork was fairly fine, and the carved little doll was very cute, wearing a big red padded jacket, smiling happily, with two small dimples on his face , holding a big red carp in his arms, lifelike.

"No, you should keep it." Yang Fan said, put the clay doll on the table and asked, "Where is the ferrule you just mentioned?"

Liu Laizi came in with a roasted sweet potato, broke open half of it, a puff of hot smoke spread out, handed half to Yang Fan and said, "It's just over the Drum Tower in the east of the city."

(End of this chapter)