Ten Mile Room

Jiang Gezi looked worriedly at the ground of his hut.

On the ground, half a person's height, yellowed inheritance booklets were randomly piled up.

Against the wall, there are seven or eight toolboxes in the shape of the craftsman's badge.

There are embroiderers' boxes, coppersmith's boxes, rattan craftsmen's boxes... There are 72 lines among the folks, and here it occupies twelve lines.

Some boxes were dug out of the ground temporarily, and the mud on them had not been cleaned, so they were sent to Jiang Gezi.

Being a man is already very tiring and worrying.

Now these old neighbors are forcing themselves to become great artists?

Isn't this nonsense!

The chubby Hua Xiaoshan, as if throwing out a heart attack, pressed the dozens of family inheritance booklets with his half palm, and said with a smile on his face: "Master Ganzi, my family's inheritance is here! My family's handicraft box , and this inheritance booklet! I will leave it all to you today!

You can find a writing brush at will when you turn around, whether it is Tim who can be my uncle under the name of my grandfather, or my elder brother under the name of my father!It's up to you anyway!Really, it doesn't take much!You just write a name, if my ancestors know that you have come to my family to pass on, and the blood of the craftsmanship has not been broken, they will be able to crawl out of the ground happily. "

Let go of your ancestors!He fell asleep in a well-endowed coffin, and you insist on climbing out?

Jiang Gezi was leaning against the wall with his legs crossed on the kang, his eyes were straight ahead, he said too many identical words, so he was a little too lazy to repeat the words: "Hurry up and carry them back, it doesn't take much effort. "

Hua Xiaoshan waved his hand confidently: "Me? Carry it back? That's impossible! To tell you the truth, I told my ancestors last night, and they are very happy!"

Jiang Gezi turned to look at him a little startled, he really wanted to ask how he communicated with his ancestors.

Digging graves in the middle of the night?

Hua Xiaoshan said in an extremely firm tone: "I told my ancestors in my heart, they must be happy! Master Gan, don't persuade me, it's useless! If I want to be talented, I've already added my name, and I'll take it with you." I went to Zhongzhou for further study with the recommendation book from my family! My family has a heritage, and the country gives money to study.

You think, I don't want to go!Not for that!I just can't, I really don't have any talent!This point, even if my grandfather climbed out of the coffin, it would be useless!Sculpture is a thing... if you can't get into it, you just can't get into it!Furthermore, how many witches are there now?There is no Goddess Temple that needs to carve scriptures, otherwise my family will not be broken. No matter how good the craftsmanship is, the ultimate goal of the craftsman is to eat a bowl of rice. If the rice bowl cannot be kept, everyone will starve to death!It is better not to have this inheritance.When my grandfather was alive, he managed to accept an apprentice and was betrayed by others. Hey... now they can also rest in peace. "

The normally shy little fat man, once he pushed the burden, said these words lightly.

Jiang Gezi couldn't laugh or cry.

He said: "You should tell your ancestors not to rest in peace in the coffin. I can't do this job! Really! I have no talent."

Hua Xiaoshan was not fooled, and he said loudly in disbelief: "Who are you? Others can't do it, so you can do this little art, isn't it easy to catch? The old gentleman also said that your house is well built You can build such a big pavilion, not to mention this small sculpture? My family’s inheritance, let me tell you. Actually, it’s not difficult at all... It’s just a small carving, the smaller the better... the smaller it is More art!"

Oh, miniature sculpture!

The little fat man had a happy face. All in all, he didn't want the inheritance!He dumped the pot!He can finally live freely and without guilt!

so happy!

It was drizzling outside the house, and under the guidance of Mr. Jiude, the neighbors in Laosan Lane finally found a guiding light.

That's right!It's just to take an art apprenticeship, and then rent everyone's house to your own people!

It's so easy!

We have a master!

In this way, since Mr. Jiude left yesterday, Jiang Gezi's house has never been broken.

As long as they remembered that there was an inheritance brochure at home, they would be very happy, and they all carried it to Jiang Gezi.

Laosanxiang had a bad life in the past few years, and the craftsmen who basically didn't run away are 90.00% ninety-nine.

"I, art? Stop thinking about it! The Jiang surname used to be a butcher. You say... I will lead a cow to perform killing for them at the art conference tomorrow, okay?" Jiang Gezi didn't know whether to laugh or cry and pointed at himself. I kind of admire the brain circuits of these old and young masters: "You guys are more reliable than me in finding Duan Laosi! Also artistic? Don't think about it, move it back for me quickly!"

Perhaps during this period of time, too many artists have left an indelible bad impression on Jiang Gezi. He has a tough attitude and has been very resolute in rejecting the "good intentions" of his old neighbors.

Just as they were talking, Deng Changnong and the others pushed through the crowd, entered the room with a large pile of booklets, and put them directly on the bed for Jiang Gezi.

Just as Jiang Gezi was about to scold someone, but didn't want to, class leader Xue entered the room with his blind cane lit in one hand and a pile of booklets in the other.

The room was so crowded that Team Leader Xue had no choice but to take off his shoes and socks, and He Mingchuan helped him onto the kang!

Jiang Gezi looked at the old guy lying on the kang speechlessly, and began to fumble and sort out the inheritance booklet of his teacher.

And his inheritance booklet is older than the booklet of Hua Xiaoshan's family, with more algebra and more people.

Jiang Gezi glanced sideways and realized that in the past, he was the class leader, and the class leader yelled, so the inheritance team was called "Hua Cai Class".

The brochures on the silk surface of that kang, each of which has three large characters Huacaipu written squarely.

Jiang Gezi disliked the musty smell of his family's brochures, and wanted to ask him to go back to his room to clean them several times.But seeing the inexplicable desolation of the old man groping for things, he swallowed those words.

He only said: "I said, old class leader, you don't have to toss about it, and you will get off the bottom of the kang!"

Can you go back to your own room and make a fuss? What's wrong with me?

Leader Xue raised his masked face, and snorted arrogantly: "I say Mr. Pole! If you envy me, envy me! What are you talking about! This brochure of my family, you can tell when you look at the name. At that time, there was a large class in my family, and there were dozens of small classes below, and there were not enough allocations at the end of the year. It had to be scheduled a year in advance, and the next year could be rotated. When it was the most prosperous, I even went to the Golden Palace! Your Majesty has sung a big stage...and even received thousands of rewards..."

Jiang Gezi pinched the eyebrows and said distressedly, "I don't envy you at all!"

"Then who knows if you are envious or not? You! You are busy! What are you fussing about with me, an old blind man? I have heirs, San! I'm not like them, I don't care what you want! I've committed crimes... this is What kind of virtue is missing, and the ancestors are pushed out..."

The poor people in the room were blushing, swallowing harsh words, and those who didn't even dare to defend themselves slipped out along the wall.

Leader Xue snorted, and continued to fumble with the booklets.

He couldn't see it either, but none of the books had a wrong number.

His speech has always been so ugly.

Not to mention these people, Jiang Gezi seldom backed down, he always said whatever he wanted, he was a very arrogant little old man.

He became popular when he appeared on stage at a young age, and he has been cared for by the audience like a big baby until now.Food and clothing are provided for fans on weekdays, and they are all good things.

Even the old man's underpants, some fans know the size, and give them to the old stage in piles during the festival.

In other people's dictionaries, the word tolerance does not exist.

Jiang Gezi couldn't afford to provoke him, so he could only turn his face to look at Fourth Brother Duan.

Brother Duan shook his head and left like a rattle.

How courageous he is, dare to take over the inheritance of other people's family.

Jiang Gezi went to see Uncle Huang again.

Uncle Huang proudly held up a thin, brand-new inheritance booklet and said: "Don't look at me! It's useless! Besides, can Uncle compare with Mr. Ganzi? That's not the same thing, okay?" What's more, they don't trust me! Even if I pass the test, enter the industry and get the qualifications, they won't rest assured that the house will be in my name! You just accept your fate! Except you... Hmph, this matter, No one can replace it.”

Everyone in the room nodded in unison.

Jiang Gezi rolled his eyes helplessly towards the sky.

Uncle Huang was still touching the booklet and chattering: "Oh... God-given opportunity, Goddess bless, my family has a destiny! Look, I also have an inheritance! In life, we must leave something for our children. Something is not!

You see~ Come to me~ It just so happened that the first generation, the inheritance of my family started.

Hey, back in the early years, our County Qualifications Bureau was in a mess, and you could buy a blank booklet for a little money. Who would have thought that it was really the right purchase.Now you go to the Qualifications Bureau to ask?This thing... There are ten generations missing in the family, and there is no international artist as a tutor, that's~ don't even think about it!

Or to say, there are so many opportunities in troubled times, what a good thing we have here~ it’s all useless, you, just accept your fate!If it were you, who would dare to entrust a house at home?Just take it as a good deed and accept it!Take it! "

What Uncle Huang said is actually true. In the mortal world, who would dare to entrust their ancestral inheritance to others?

Jiang Gezi was considered a demigod.

The gods can't worry about everyone's ancestral heritage.

In this way, in just one night, Jiang Gezi, like Hua Xiaoshan's family that has been passed down for hundreds of generations, came to two or three families.

They were all delivered early in the morning. When the things were put down, the people turned around and ran away, afraid that he would not want them.

And the skills in these inheritance booklets are probably because the master couldn't take care of them for a bowl of rice and the food and clothing of the family, so they were completely cut off in the end.

Jiang Gezi looked at these things with some pity. Based on his experience, although he had never been to Zhongzhou, or even set foot in the capital of his own country, these things that had become antiques should be quite valuable.

Among other things, a house in a central location in Zhongzhou can always be replaced, right?This is a thousand-year-old antique!

Thinking this way in his heart, he raised his head and pointed out the matter to the old neighbors.

"The National History Museum in Zhongzhou seems to have classifications and prices for these things. Why don't you go and have a look?"

Take it now!

There was a silence in the crowd, and then they burst out laughing.

Even the shy Hua Xiaoshan scratched the back of his head with a harmless laugh and said, "Haha! Master Gan, you said that again! Who doesn't know, someone came to collect them earlier, and they gave them thousands of guan! But, Master Pole, who dares to sell the ancestors? Tomorrow it will be displayed in the glass window, and the ancestors will be pointed at by thousands of people and said, who is the ancestor of that family, how can we descendants go to see the ancestors after death?"

Jiang Gezi couldn't breathe for a long time after being blocked by him.He was just about to say that the ancestors cannot be sold, so you dare to give them away?

But before he could say that, Lin Yuanchun ran in from the outside, pointed to the place above his head, hoarse his voice, and shouted to Jiang Gezi in shock: "Master Ganzi! That... giant is here again! "

Jiang Gezi was taken aback, Guan Shan Ali?What is he here for?

He jumped up from the kang, pulled on his shoes, bypassed those troubles, and came out of the house to the ground.

As soon as he looked up, he saw the tall Guan Shan Ali, staring at the three pots of stewed meat next to his tea pavilion with an open expression of envy.

Since Dajiang Gezi came back, three medium-sized iron pots have been set up at the edge of the old stage, and the fire is not extinguished day and night to cook stewed meat.

In addition to these three pots, Jiang Gezi also bought a medium-sized Panneng boiler to boil water for the old neighbors 24 hours a day.

The reason for doing this is not that he is just looking for trouble. In fact, if we talk about the function of the pole in detail.

That is, the old father of Shili Renjian.

In the past, in addition to the grants from the clan, the old neighbors had to collectively contribute money to support the poles, and the poles also had responsibilities. They promised to love and cherish their own people before they could insert the poles.

Jiang Gezi never made such a promise.

But he has an inheritance, and some things have to be done according to the inheritance.

The world is getting bigger, if there are not one or two fools in any place, there are still a few lonely people!

In the old days of no insurance, if the land had poles, no worries!

Even if there are no children, and some children lose their parents, Master Gan will promise to take care of these people.

People with ancestral property like Grandma Fifth are not counted, but Jiang Gezi has to deliver his coffin.

Like Forsythia, without a mother, having a father means having no father. She is now under the care of Jiang Gezi and lives in the basement of the old theater.

In addition to Forsythia, there were three or four childless, widowed and lonely old people with poor families. Since the relocation, they sold their few belongings and handed over the money to Jiang Gezi.

For the rest, they don't have to worry about it!

At the end of the year, young and old will pay part of the money for the end show according to the income ratio, and the master will subsidize part of it, so that the days can survive.

In the past, Jiang Gezi didn't set the rules, and he also disliked such troublesome things, so he gave the money to Uncle Huang and asked him to take care of the orphans and widows.

Now that Laosanxiang has been demolished, and some unobvious problems have been exposed, he has to take care of it if he doesn't want to.

In the days when there was no royal family and clan subsidies, the poles were really poor.

Therefore, Guanshan Ali is very poor, even if he has previous income, most of it is also used to subsidize his hometown.

What if the money is not enough?I can only tighten my belt and save it.

They are not like Jiang Gezi, there is a village for newcomers, they just sell beef jerky.

In fact, the poles are this kind of paranoid race. When the poles are set up, they are the parents of the people in this ten-mile world.

And the neighbors will also respect their master, this filial piety is beyond that of Mr. Xue's fans.

The edge of the old pot was gurgling, bubbling in a little sauce-colored soup bubble. Once the bubble burst, the soup dripped along the outer edge of the pot to the side of the stove, rising into a meaty aroma, covering Laosan Alley.

Jiang Gezi took He Mingchuan's umbrella and opened it, and walked slowly to Guan Shan's Ali and asked, "It's such a day? Why did you come out?"

Guan Shan Ali said in a muffled voice without looking up: "Chang Hui is safe, I'm free, here, I'm here to send you invitations." After speaking, he squeezed out a waterproof hard plastic bag containing letters from his pocket , and handed it to Jiang Gezi.

He squeezed the letter like a poker card.

Jiang Gezi took the letter bag without opening it, but looked up and down curiously at Guan Shan Ali, isn't this out of season?Is this guy crazy today?Why are you dressed so grandly?

Just like an unearthed cultural relic.

Today's Guanshan Ali is wearing a rather cumbersome sacrificial robe with frayed cuffs and necklines. It was originally black, but now it has been washed white, and it is covered with patches.

It's raining today, but the temperature is absolutely muggy, judging by the thickness of his robe, at least seven layers.

No, even with the patches, there must be eight layers.

He is also holding an old-fashioned tung oil umbrella that is seven or eight times larger than ordinary umbrellas and is also patched.

Jiang Gezi asked him: "I said Guan Shan Ali? Are you... not hot?"

It looks hot!

Guan Shan Ali smiled, still staring at the meat pot, and said: "Tomorrow morning, His Highness will lead people to break the tomb from the foot of Evergreen Mountain. In order to show respect for the dead, we have to wear formal clothes and fast. It will take three days to break ground."

Jiang Gezi asked with a knowing smile: "Why, he didn't leave the old lotus pond?"

Guan Shan Ali lifted the lid of the pot, took a deep breath and said, "Your Highness, I don't want to make things difficult for you."

Jiang Gezi smiled contemptuously: "You're lying to ghosts! I don't believe that!"

"Really, Your Highness is not in a good mood recently, he can't figure out how to offend you..."

Jiang Gezi waved his hand, pointed to the dry bluestone strip on one side, and said, "Don't say that, I don't like to hear it either! That person... Humph! You can't get in the tea pavilion either. sit down!"

They walked to the bluestone strip together and sat down together.

Looking at the rain and fog in front of him, Guan Shan Ali patted his old robe and said helplessly: "A few days ago we also said that at least there must be someone to take care of you. If you and His Highness are together, we will no longer be able to hold us financially." ! Our life can all be better... Although our poles are now in another round, the financial subsidies can't keep up..."

After Jiang Gezi heard it, he sneered and muttered, "Then it's gone."

Maybe his voice was too low, Guan Shan Ali didn't understand.As soon as he reached out, he hugged Jiang Gezi's waist and sat him down on his shoulders.

In an instant, the world suddenly widened.

Sitting on the shoulder of the giant tower, Jiang Gezi was in a daze for a long time before saying, "Even if you put me on the shoulders of the giant, I can't see that far! I'm not familiar with you, but with that guy and the people around him. Everything is incompatible with me. Guan Shan Ali, I can't be friends with you, and I can't control you so wide! In my promise, you have never been included... Moreover, you are not qualified to make me sacrifice. If you want to be a martyr, go ahead, if you can It's enough to live like a bird like you!"

He bought a bunch of hard-working poles for a mere [-] yuan.

The special affairs bureau's night meal subsidy is more than that, right?

After all, Guan Shan Ali was a little disappointed, but he didn't try to persuade him any more. He changed the topic a bit stiffly and said, "Jiang Ganzi, your family~ this meat is delicious! Your subjects treat you so well! The subjects in my family are not often Give me stewed meat, you are poor in the mountains! You are so nourishing, better than us..."

Too much stronger.

The poles that can call the wind and rain in the territory and get wholehearted support can still be done in the first few generations of poles.

At that time, the history was special, and ordinary people were not allowed to run around.

Now, that's a no-brainer.

Guan Shan Ali was really envious of Jiang Gezi's close relationship with his subjects.

During the days when he lived on the stage, when the weather was fine, there would often be rows of women sitting here, saying, "Make a coat for our master Gan Zi, make a shoe for our master Gan Zi, Embroider an insole for our grandfather...

When they ate delicious food, they chanted, the first good cantaloupe came down, and my grandpa didn't eat the first bite, why is the cantaloupe not fragrant this year!

He could see love in those people's eyes, not fear.This is the exact opposite of what he does in his own territory.

He is on the other side of Guanshan, and others dare not look at him at the same level.

Jiang Gezi didn't answer his words, just smiled and said politely: "What's so strong? It's just donkey dung balls, with a shiny surface. I'm embarrassed! I met an old man before, and she told me... "

Jiang Gezi suddenly stopped talking. He looked into the distance, and even his soul was still as if he had been stopped.

Although Guan Shan Ali may look like a giant, but this guy has an exquisite heart.

Seeing that Jiang Gezi was silent, he knew that something was on his mind, so he obediently did not disturb him.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and finally collected Xiao He on the ground.

Together, they stared into the distance through the huge umbrella above their heads, thinking about their own thoughts.

About seven or eight minutes later, Jiang Gezi finally spoke: "That, that old man said that people should not be too greedy, and they should not ask for too much. You gave very well, and if you get three points in return, it is the blessing of the Bodhisattva. It's belly!"

Guan Shan Ali asked, "Does your old man believe in Bodhisattvas?"

Jiang Gezi raised his face and said with a smile: "My old man is a Bodhisattva. She often said that in this life, nothing is bad for you! Everyone who gives you bad food is a Bodhisattva who saves you. If you want Thanks to them... But at that time, I ate almost everything except not suffering..."

Guan Shan Ali nodded and said, "The old man is wise."

"Yes, who is not a burden? We can't ask others to be like us! Just like you, you can't compare with me. You are from the mountains, and I am from the city! Besides, what is my body, what is yours? Body? If I were of your stature, they wouldn't give me stewed meat."

It's just too tasty.

In his view, the only way out for the Gauks is to hand over to the state.

These shield-born animals only eat two baskets of steamed rice every meal, which is considered as a foundation. Even if the family has a hundred acres of land, they cannot afford such a big rice bucket.

Also, is this meat stewed for yourself?

Is this something I stewed for my neighbors?

The old neighbors are now renting nearby. Not to mention the waste of setting fire to the landlord's house, it costs a lot of money, and they may not be able to eat comfortably!

People, the rich only pursue the spirit!

These old and young men are just starting out in life, and they all want to save some money for their children. If they don't have great skills, they can only trade in strength and save money through their teeth.

Jiang Gezi looked at this period of time, and the neighbors who were a little closer were all too thin.

He was afraid of accidents, so he took cattle, sheep, and chickens from the game interface next door, and only accepted a small number of people from house to house, adding a few drops of oil and water to everyone's collective stove.

Anyway, they are all working nearby, so if you want to drink some hot water, you have to have a place.

This is the parental heart of Master Ganzi.

Laosanxiang has been demolished, but the hearts of the people in Laosanxiang have not yet dispersed. The old stage is still there, and his pole is still there, and there are people in the neighborhood who feel distressed.

Now the neighbors are all crazy, and they all look like they are desperate to make money.

Even the fourth brother Duan has four jobs. He unloads goods at the dock in the morning, carries building materials on the construction site in the afternoon, goes to the construction site with his fourth sister-in-law to collect junk in the evening, and the couple also go to the small construction site in the evening.

Jiang Gezi also mentioned them.

But there are old ones and young ones down there, and they have moved to clean up the house. There are holes all over the world waiting to be filled. Parents don’t use their bodies to plug them. What else do they have?

I can't persuade you!Can not persuade.

It's all right now, he has a big meat pot here, and every evening, those old neighbors will bring some food, as well as various vegetables, plus twenty dollars, and prepare another big pot, and come to the front of the old stage to wait for the vegetables Play dry food.

A big pot of stewed vegetables with bones and meat pieces, plus a dozen or so tamped pancakes, only pay [-] yuan, and the whole family has nutritional subsidies.

The old neighbor naturally felt distressed and proud of his son-in-law, and he just wanted to give his poor life to repay him.

Actually, it's not as serious as they think.

It's really a little effort, and Jiang Gezi's account is a subsidy, but in fact, the stove's work is paid by the neighbors in turn according to the account. The money for hiring the cook, plus other miscellaneous expenses, twenty dollars per household is just right.

After all, there are so many people!

Seeing that everyone is happy eating, Jiang Gezi is also happy eating this loss.

However, he was not happy for long, and now he is not well again!

He still can't tell this stupid big man that those bastards are all spoiled!My heart is dark!They all force him to become a great artist!

If this is said, it will make people laugh to death!

He went to the artist conference to play the golden hoop?

Oh, the golden cudgel, I am afraid it is also art!