The sky gradually brightens.

The mice didn't know where they went.

The roosters crowed outside the window one after another.

The big flowered rooster in his yard cried the loudest.

Finally, there was a sudden noise in the outer room, but it was light and slight.

Zhou Ang didn't dare to sleep all night. When he heard the noise, he suddenly woke up from his nap and listened subconsciously.

First there was a sound of the door opening, then a subtle sound inside and outside the house. After a while, I heard my sister's voice suddenly ringing, "Mom, do you think my brother will be better today?"

Then there was the mother's voice, as soft as in my memory, with an indescribable touch of kindness. She said, "I will, I will."

Then he said, "You can sleep for a while. It's still early. Mom will cook first. I'll call you when I'm ready."

But my sister said, "I don't like to sleep in. I'll go and feed the chickens for my mother."

Hearing her voice, Zhou Ang almost subconsciously thought of her cute look with her buns. From the perspective of a modern person, the little girl is so sensible and so lovely. It’s just a pity that her family is too poor, she can’t eat well, and she is a little thin.

The mother and daughter talked and opened the door and went out one after another.

Somehow, listening to the two of them talking, Zhou Ang suddenly remembered his parents in his previous life.

Especially when I think of my parents after receiving the news of their death, I don’t know how sad it would be. My girlfriend, who has been in love for seven years, is such a good girl and loves each other so much. I agreed to take a month off next year, go out for a trip to get married, and then have a child...

Now, it's all gone.

After a while of silence, he sighed and simply got up and got out of bed.

It was miraculously just a few hours before he came to this world. He felt that his strength had recovered a lot and his spirit was quite strong.

If it weren't for his personal experience, even he would have been unimaginable. Just a few hours ago, he was just a cold and stiff corpse.

After getting off the bed and put on his shoes, he was about to go out, but subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the basket that was tied to the beam and hung down just as high as his shoulders.

There is the most precious part of their small family of three.

Twenty or thirty copper coins, seven or eight eggs, a small bowl of lard, and some salt wrapped in oil paper.

Copper coins are liquid funds. They were saved up so hard that they were kept for Zhou Ang to buy ink. The eggs were laid by several old hens raised at home. There was no good feed to feed them. On average, six hens lay two eggs a day. Usually they had to save up. If they saved up twenty or thirty, they would sell them out once, and they just exchanged money for salt.

But it hasn't worked recently. I started to get sick half a month ago, so I haven't been willing to sell the eggs at home recently and have all entered my stomach.

The lard was given by Lu Chunsheng's family in the alley. The father and son were both responsible for killing pigs in Baoguo Temple. The father and the son made money together and entered Xiangda. In this alley, they were already considered wealthy, and they could always secretly bring some meat items back every now and then. The two families had old age in their early years, and their "father" was still alive, and they were very kind to their family. The Lu family's father and son were not people who knew how to repay their kindness. They have taken care of them over the years.

As for the salt... Zhou Ang's memory, it always only has a small paper bag, and most of the time it can contain one or two taels of salt. The salt turns yellow and obviously has a lot of impurities. When it is cooked into the food, it becomes bitter and astringent.

But even such salt is quite expensive and I don’t want to put too much.

Zhou Ang looked at the basket calmly at this moment, and was stunned for a while, then turned around and opened the door, walked out of the main hall, and stepped into the yard.

"mother."

The woman who was paving beans raised her head, and a smile appeared on her face as she was already kind-eyed. She hurriedly put down her things, walked over, and asked, "Why did you get up? But I woke you up when I talked to Zihe?"

He paused and said, "You should sleep for a while... Do you feel better today?"

They were talking, and Zhou Zihe, the little girl who was squatting on the ground and mixing chickens with food, also looked back and shouted sweetly, "Brother."

Zhou Ang smiled at her and replied, "I feel much better. I feel more energetic and energetic."

When the woman heard this, she raised her head and looked at his face carefully. She was immediately overjoyed, "Sure enough, her face looks much better, which shows that she is getting better."

He then put his hands together and kept praying to Buddha, muttering happily: "It can be seen that the incense stick of the day before yesterday was spiritual, and the Bodhisattva will not let others down. Amitabha!"

Zhou Ang smiled and looked at the courtyard in front of him.

It is actually okay to be a small courtyard, not small. Especially for a person who is used to living in a metropolis in modern society who costs more than 2,000 yuan or more square meters, the yard in front of the house looks like it has a solid 2000 square meters, which is really not small. This yard not only has vegetables and chickens planted, but also a row of pepper trees are planted in the corner of the yard. At the door, there is also a persimmon tree that is already four or five meters high.

There are three main rooms, dirt houses, and the roofs are covered with thatch. Every year before summer, you must walk the mud again, so you can't stop the leakage. There is a side room for kitchen purposes, and in addition, a simple toilet is also built.

This is this home.

Now Zhou Ang is the son and brother of this family.

But at least so far, he felt that he should be the most useless one in this family.

Over the years, since her father passed away, life has suddenly become sad. As a mother, she has started to take on some work to help others wash clothes and sew and mend. In addition, when she was young, she had a skill in embroidery. She always did the work at any time. After selling it for money, she exchanged it for the family's food, rice, oil and salt.

Every day, she is busy and has almost no time to spare.

Although my sister Zhou Zihe is only twelve years old this year, she has helped to burn fire since she was very young. She can make some simple porridge when she is a little older. She has started washing clothes and drying clothes with her mother at the age of eight or nine. As for feeding chickens, drying firewood, mowing grass, etc., she is even more skillful.

The poor children are just like this, and they are the leader of their families early on.

Zhou Ang remembers that she likes to pick up eggs the most. Every time she goes to the chicken coop, she is always very happy and will smile and call people—

"Mom, mom, there are two today! There are fourteen in the family!"

"Mom, mom, there are three today! Three!"

"Brother, are you going to pick up eggs? I guess there may be three today..."

Only myself can do almost nothing except reading.

For example, now, when the sun is about to come out before it is out, the yard is already light up. Both of them have their own things to do, and they are busy talking, but they are standing in the yard, and they are a little confused for a moment. Because it turns out that he is not involved in these things.

What he is responsible for is reading, reading, and studying again. It is good to be able to excel in the future. Even if it is difficult to attract the attention of the prefect, he can still find a job of doing things that can be written.

If he could be like his deceased father, he would be a brilliant family member from a civil servant to a history.

This is the path my mother insists on cultivating him to go.

Of course, this Zhou Ang is no longer the same Zhou Ang.

He felt that since he became this Zhou Ang now, it was necessary to make some changes to his life plan - the way was right, but studying hard is not a good thing.

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Seeing that his son looked good, his mother, Zhou Cai, was very happy and told Zhou Ang to go back and lie down and rest. Then she was busy packing the breakfast for the whole family.

At this time, Zhou Zihe had mixed chicken food and called all the seven chickens in the house to eat. Then he jumped over and looked at Zhou Ang with his face raised. After a moment, he said, "Brother, your eyes are brighter today than yesterday, and your face is much better!"

Knowing that she was "ill" these days, she was also with her mother and didn't know how worried she was. Zhou Ang smiled and rubbed her head, and also touched her double bun curiously, and said with a smile: "Brother is fine. I'll be fine. I'll be cured in a few days. I will take you to Baoguo Temple to play."

The little girl's eyes lit up and she responded crisply, "Okay! Then I agreed, don't change!"

Zhou Ang nodded, "I promised that a real man will make a promise and will not change!"

"Hook!"

So Zhou Ang smiled and reached out and tied up with her.

Then she ran away happily.

In other words, after the family said a few words, the golden sunshine that was rising in the auspicious sun had fallen onto the clothes.

Zhou Ang took a deep breath and felt his physical condition. He turned his head inadvertently, but found that Zhou Zihe struggled to carry out a big bag from the house.

She didn't need anyone to help, so she opened the bag in the yard. The inside was the dirty clothes that her mother took her to several inns yesterday afternoon. Now she opened in the sun. She skillfully started sorting, muttering sounds while sorting.

Zhou Ang listened carefully, and what she said seemed to be-

"These items are washed first, the thickest, and they dry slowly. This is... the bearded guest of the Cymbique House. They can clear the goods today and leave tomorrow. They have to wash them out early. They can probably dry them before night and just send them to him so that they won't miss him..."

Zhou Ang was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

Looking at her clearly tender little face, she couldn't help but sigh again.

I remember that I had just met my cousin not long before I came here. Her daughter should be at the age of twelve or thirteen. What are she busy with every day?

Thinking about her chubby little face, then look at Zhou Zihe in front of her. The long-term malnutrition made her look quite thin and her face turned a little yellow.

The little girl quickly sorted it out and put the first batch of clothes to wash in a large basin. She wrapped the rest and carried it back into the house. Then she ran to the kitchen and helped her mother burn the fire.

Zhou Ang took a moment in place, took a deep breath, and slowly vomited it out.

The body is still very weak.

He decided to do some exercise to get himself fully recovered as soon as possible.

Only when you are in good health can you have the strength to find the middle-aged man who can recognize the evil spirit, and find ways to make money so that your mother and son do not have to work so hard every day.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously moved his hands and feet, and then realized that something was wrong.

There is no need to think about treadmills. You can do push-ups later, but running is not good. As long as you dare to go out to run on the street, you will be considered as stealing other people's things. Good-minded people will catch you, and soldiers from various yards will catch you. Just box, but you won't know how to do it yourself.

Even the radio gymnastics have long forgotten...

Hey, no, I still remember some exercise stuff.

He remembered the Tai Chi learned in college, "hold the ball with the ball with the ball with the ball with the right".

That thing was learned purely for a little credit for physical education, but the miracle was that I still remember some basic movements, although it was not complete.

But it moves lightly and only requires a small venue, which is most suitable for your current situation.

He did what he thought of. He took a deep breath, recalled the basic boxing path, and stood in the yard and slowly started "Tai Chi in college physical education class".

After the first round of the fight, he was extremely awkward and stiff. Not to mention, it was quite comfortable. After the fight, the movements were connected, and he also remembered many forgotten movements.

So I became more and more skilled the second time.

However, when he started to play for the third time, he felt something was wrong all over his body.

There was a gust of cool breeze coming from somewhere, whizzing into the clothes.
Chapter completed!