dog stock theorem

Fifteen years ago, at the beginning of spring, Lianhua Town was hit by heavy rain, which washed away the tea trees of the foxes in Dongli Mountain.

The dogs in Tugou Village all went to help Hu Yu clean up the tea garden. Although some tea trees were saved, there may be no harvest this year.But I didn't expect that there was enough rain in summer, and the farmland in the low-lying areas was all flooded. Autumn is the harvest season, and the dogs have almost no harvest.

The fine dog was squatting on the field ridge, its eyes were wet, and its tail was drooping.

"Xiao Wang, Uncle Qi got a lot of money. He said he would buy food for you in a few days." Hu Shiwu comforted Wang Le.

The main source of income of the dogs in Tugou Village is farming, and occasionally they will do some handy work for nearby monsters. They dare not work in places where humans gather.But in order to make ends meet, the dogs in the village have already packed their bags and are ready to go to the city, thinking that they need to earn some money to buy food even if they are guarding the gate for humans.

"Wang woo." Wang Le shook his head.

The old yellow dog village head said that uncle Qi didn't have much money on hand, and he wanted to raise foxes on the whole mountain and buy new tea trees.So Tunzi couldn't accept the grain from Uncle Seven.

Hu Shiwu didn't know how to help his good friend, so he took out a small bread from his pocket and shared it with Wang Le, and then walked home with Wang Le on the ridge in frustration.

The twilight fell, and the rice seedlings in the field were swaying here and there. Wang Le stepped on the soft ground and sniffled his nose. Wang Le stopped and turned his head to look back sadly.

"Crack-"

The old yellow dog village head took photos with a borrowed camera.

Some time ago, he asked some connections to petition, and his superiors sent people to condolences to Tugoutun, but the bureau did not have enough money, so he could only seek help from the General Bureau, and asked the old village head Huang to take a few photos of the disaster-stricken fields and submit them as disaster information. past.

"I don't know if it's useful." The old yellow dog sighed, and when he looked down at the photo, he found Wang Le in the corner. The thin dog looked even more pitiful in the afterglow.

Wang Le is only a very sensible little dog demon, but life is hard, and he is very satisfied after eating a steamed bun. In previous years, when the grain was harvested in autumn, he would always run back and forth on the ridge of the field, saying that he could smell the rice ripening. The taste is very reassuring.

"Old Qin, lend me some more money. I'm going to a restaurant tonight, and the cafeteria is about to throw up." Feng Cen helped Qin Bailang mop the floor as he spoke.

Qin Bailang is the student on duty today. He needs to clean up the classroom after school. He ruthlessly refused: "Since Uncle Feng wants to exercise you, let's go to the cafeteria. I think the cafeteria is delicious."

Feng Cen has been eating and drinking since spring, Qin Bailang felt that there was something wrong with Feng Cen's excuses, even though Uncle Feng was a little stricter, but Auntie was most used to Feng Cen and never lacked his money I don't know what he's going to do with the money.

"I want to eat something good, Lao Qin, you are the best person, please do me a favor." Feng Cen had the attitude that he would not leave today if Qin Bailang didn't give him money.

Qin Bailang didn't bother to talk to him, and walked to the boxing gym near the school with his schoolbag.

Qin Bailang's academic performance is very good, and there is no other pressure in the second year of junior high school. He does not want to arrange his life too tightly, so in his free time, Qin Bailang chooses to participate in sports competitions that he is interested in.

He is currently the captain of the school's football team. He led the team to win the city's middle school competition trophy. Qin Bailang also participated in boxing training outside of class. The championship competition will be held on weekends, and the winner will get a cash reward.

Feng Cen had eaten the weight and made up his mind, he would follow Qin Bailang wherever he went, and when Qin Bailang was training, he would give Qin Bailang water and beat his shoulders.

"Get the money in my wallet, take it and go." Qin Bailang couldn't stand his reckless appearance, so he sent him away with money.

"Old Qin is enough buddy, I will cheer for you when you compete later!"

Feng Cen was about to pass water to Qin Bailang with the water bottle, but when he heard this, he immediately withdrew his hand, turned around and ran to search Qin Bailang's wallet.

Qin Bailang stretched out his hand to take the water bottle: "..."

Mistake, I'll talk about it later.

Qin Bailang's wallet only had more than 1000 cash in his wallet, Feng Cen was going to take it all away, but in the end he thought it was going too far, so he left 10 yuan in cash for Qin Bailang, and took away 1505 yuan himself.Feng Cen's movements were smooth and smooth, he took Qin Bailang as an ATM, and ran out without looking back.

Qin Bailang got up to get the water bottle by himself, his face was extremely indifferent, and he thought that if he gave him money next time, he would be a dog.

As soon as Feng Cen walked out of the boxing gym, he ran to the bank's automatic deposit machine, entered a series of accounts, counted the red banknotes, and threw Qin Bailang's 500 yuan and the [-] yuan he had saved into the deposit box.

"Xiao Yu, I transferred all the 2000 to you, remember to check it, and buy some delicious food for your dog."

Two days ago, when Feng Cen was chatting with his netizen, he heard that a group of dogs in the neighborhood had no food for the winter.In the spring, Feng Cen gave Xiao Yu all the 50 pocket money his mother had saved for him, and he would live with Baba for a few months, but seeing Xiao Yu's anxious appearance for the dogs, Feng Cen had no choice but to leave The next worst policy.

"Om-"

The fox avatar frame sent a message: "Got it, thank you, you are a good person."

With only 5 yuan left in his pocket, Feng Cen carried his schoolbag and continued chatting with netizen Xiao Yu: "It's okay, I have a lot of money, when you come to my city for college entrance examination, I'll treat you to eat..."

On weekends, boxing matches.

Qin Bailang met a strong opponent. The opponent received professional boxing training since he was a child. Although Qin Bailang was talented in sports, he still didn't have enough training time on weekdays.In the end, Qin Bailang narrowly won with a slight advantage, but his ankle and cheek were still injured and he had to rest at home for a week.

Qin Anbang rushed over after hearing the news, and threw all the work at hand to Qin Bailang who was resting at home, "Dad, believe you, I don't feel well today, and your mother boiled sugar water for me. It's cold. Come on son, you are the best!"

Dad, are you serious?I'm only in junior high school!

Qin Bailang frowned and sent a message to his unreliable father's secretary, and learned that what needs to be dealt with this afternoon is not an important item, but just the confirmation of charity funds, so he flipped through the documents.

The Qin family has family precepts, so they pay special attention to charity. After checking, Qin Bailang felt that there was no problem, and waited for his father to take the documents away.

At this moment, a person with a panda head on the computer screen sent a document to Qin Anbang. It was a few photos of the fields. The person asked with some embarrassment if he could add more money. Get in touch with the association, so miss the time.

Qin Bailang clicked on the photo and saw that the ears of rice in the field hadn't grown yet. When he swiped to the last photo, he saw a puppy squatting in the corner of the photo.

The puppy was very thin and listless, for some reason, Qin Bailang saw the sadness in its eyes, and it deeply touched his heart.

But the company's charity funds for this quarter have been reviewed, so Qin Bailang decided to donate in his own name, and explained to the panda head that he is Qin Anbang's son and expressed his intention...

These years, Qin Bailang's expenses are not high, and he has saved the game prize money from childhood to adulthood. He plans to use the money to do meaningful things. Donated to the children of this place, hope they can spend the winter happily.

"So the place affected by the disaster at that time was Tugoutun."

Qin Bailang tried his best to find out the memories of more than ten years ago. This is the only donation he made in his own name, and the other donations were all in the name of the company.

"That's right, you are our benefactor." The village head of the old yellow dog was very excited, he pulled Qin Bailang to sit on the seat, and showed Qin Bailang the photo he had changed before, "Look, benefactor, this is not It's you."

At the beginning, Lao Huang received an anonymous donation from the Monster Management Bureau, several truckloads of supplies, more than expected, how could he really let this benefactor keep his name, so he asked the head of the Monster Association to ask for a benefactor based on his relationship Photo.

In the photo, Qin Bailang was injured after a boxing match, with a pillow on his back, a bandage on one foot, and his cheeks were red and purple due to the injury.

Qin Bailang was sure that this was a photo his father secretly took to see his embarrassment, so he actually sent it to the panda of the Yaoxie, and then passed it on to Tugoutun.

Qin Bailang's voice was trembling: "You mean, this photo has been hung here for more than ten years?" This is too embarrassing.

"Yes, yes, we will thank you on the New Year's Eve, and we can all draw the pictures on our backs." Lao Huang said excitedly, "Your heroic appearance has been engraved in our minds."

"That's why we didn't recognize Xiao Wang's partner as a benefactor just now, haha." Old Hei Sanjiu scratched his head.

After all, the face in the previous photos was red and purple, so it was hard to recognize.

Uncle Wangcai echoed, "Yes, if the benefactor comes here in the same way as before, I promise, we will all have to welcome him when he first enters the village."

That's not necessary, Qin Bailang couldn't laugh or cry, when he turned his head to look for Wang Le, he saw him touching the injured part in the photo with his fingers.

Wang Le raised his head to meet Qin Bailang's gaze, flattened his mouth, and said distressedly: "Does Alang hurt?"

His leg was injured and his face was swollen. At that time, Alang must have been in pain.

Even if it was the previous photos, Wang Le felt uncomfortable when he saw it, worse than being hungry.

"It's okay, I was accidentally injured during the game." Qin Bailang held Wang Le's hand and said with a smile, "Lele, don't you think I'm fine now?"

Wang Le squeezed Qin Bailang's face, seeing that there was no trace of injury left, he felt better.

"In the future, whoever bullies A Lang, I will bite." Wang Le plunged into Qin Bailang's arms, hugged him and mumbled, "I can run so fast, no one can hurt you."

Qin Bailang rubbed his chin on the top of Wang Le's head, patted Wang Le's back, and coaxed softly: "Lele is good, I won't get hurt. No one can bully Lele, okay?"

Wang Le nodded lightly, seeing the eyes of the elders, blushing.

This time, the benefactor himself was in the ancestral hall, and it was lively when everyone offered worship.

Unable to refuse, the old village head pressed Qin Bailang in front of the long table in the middle hall, and a large photo of him was hung above his head. Every villager who sent the salute would shake hands with Qin Bailang to thank him, and some villagers even signed their names. , Take group photos, send flowers.

Qin Bailang felt as if he had become a star at the fan reception.

The gifts from the villagers are very simple, including homemade colorful steamed buns, various dried fruits, and even freshly made sweet and sour pork ribs.

Usually it is delivered at noon for one offering. In order to avoid wasting food, I take it home for dinner at night.This time, the benefactor was on the scene, so Qin Bailang was inevitably dragged to taste it, and even Wang Le ate until his belly bulged, and the two burped.

"Great benefactor, please try the baijiu I brewed."

The gray-haired old man tremblingly handed the wine jar to Qin Bailang, who lived far away and walked slowly, falling behind.

Wang Le's eyes lit up and he shouted, "Teacher!"

This is the oldest dog in the village. He was a talented dog before the founding of the People's Republic of China. He taught Wang Le to read and read. When there was a disaster that year, he also got help from Qin Bailang.

"Teacher, you can just call me Xiao Qin." Qin Bailang quickly supported the senior, but the white-haired old dog insisted on calling him Qin Bailang respectfully.Qin Bailang had no choice but to look at Wang Le, and explained: "I am Lele's old wife. Follow his seniority."

The old yellow dog village chief looked at the young couple, smoothed his beard in relief, and thought, he was right, Xiao Wang is indeed a promising dog, even his benefactor can be kidnapped back to the village to be his wife.