"Give me the key."

Mr. Wang knocked on the old village chief's desk with his fingers, and didn't care about the village chief's expression, which looked like he was dead after seeing Lord Yama. His tone was as aggressive as ever, and he didn't take this cowardly village chief seriously at all.

inside.

The old village chief was also puzzled. He went around in a big circle in his heart and said to himself: You are a disaster star who has not come back for four years. When you come back, you ask me for the key. Where did I get the key for you?

But after thinking about it, the village chief still didn't intend to offend this god of plague. It was the right way to solve the problem and send him away as soon as possible.

"You..." the old village chief swallowed: "Wha... what key?"

"My house key." Mr. Wang sat down on the broken sofa, looked back and forth at the furnishings in the village chief's office, and marveled: "You have changed a lot. You have installed air conditioning."

"Don't...don't, A...A Jian. Second uncle told...you, this air conditioner is...that Mei...teacher Mei gave it to me after she left. One for the school and one for me."

look……"

"Okay, okay, please stop talking. I'm impatient and it sounds uncomfortable. Give me the keys to my house."

Wang Jian stood up and didn't bother to talk nonsense to this cowardly old guy. With his cowardice, let alone the fact that there was nothing in this village for him to be greedy for. Even if the village was as rich as the rest of the country, this old boy wouldn't dare to go in.

Reach out, if nothing else, those old shrews in the east and west are incompetent to deal with the outside world, but if anyone cheats their family with some old sesame seeds and rotten millet, they can roll around, drink medicine, and hang themselves, that's all.

Those old ladies can eat up the old man's body and bones in just two or three bites.

When the old village chief saw him carrying the key, of course he didn't dare to neglect it. When the Third Master Wang left, the door to his house was open. If any blind little bastard got full, he could go in and pull it.

If he soaked in shit or dumped something, then the third master would definitely cause a big fuss when he came back. So at that time, the old village chief secretly figured out the holy will and locked up the house of Lao Mu’s family on his own initiative.

, I also wrapped the bedding and other things inside with plastic paper. By then, green hair would appear, which would inevitably cause another wave of disturbance.

However, in the past four years, the old man had almost forgotten about this matter. Suddenly he was asked by the little bully when he came back. He really didn't react for a while and almost urinated in a hurry.

"I said..." Mr. Wang Jian and Mr. Wang scratched their heads in surprise when they saw the old village chief peeing like shit: "Am I so fucked up? As for treating me like the god of plague?"

As for! Why not! How can you be like the God of Plague? You are the living God of Plague. You don’t know that in the past four years since you have been away, it has been like a spring breeze and the south bank of the river is green.

"Okay, pretend I didn't say it." Mr. Wang was not pretentious at all. He took out a pretty-looking radio and three stacks of red bills from his broken bag, threw them on the village chief's table, and then turned around.

He walked out, and when he came to the door, he suddenly turned around and smiled sweetly: "The radio was given to you. These 30,000 yuan are for Aying to go to college. If I knew that your son had swallowed this money, I would not let Aying go."

When Ying goes to school, I will make him unable to sit up for the rest of his life."

As soon as the old man heard this, sweat started to form on his forehead. Aying was her granddaughter, six or seven years younger than Wang Jian. Ever since she was a child, the three brothers in front of her and behind her had been following Wang Jian and running wild, and no one except Wang Jian could control him.

On the day Wang Jian left, Aying, who was 12 or 13 years old, broke pots and bowls and insisted on leaving with her third brother. Later, Wang Jian spanked her with a bamboo stick before she calmed down. This summer, Aying will be in high school.

After graduation, I originally planned to send her out to find a job after high school to earn some money to support the family, and then find a good family for her if someone suitable comes along.

But now, the third master came back from the cold and said such a sentence, which shattered the dream that the village chief had planned for a long time. After all, A Ying has a long life, and a big hotel in the town has agreed to A Ying's arrival.

If you work as a lobby manager, you can get a salary of two thousand a month, not counting commission. In this shitty place, two thousand a month is a good job that you can't find even with a lantern.

"Why are you putting on that face? You have been uneducated all your life, but you still have to bring trouble to A Ying, right?" Mr. Wang became unhappy when he saw the village chief's face. He pointed at the village chief's nose and started scolding: "

Let me tell you, I am only such a little sister, so you have to decide what to do."

After saying the cruel words, Mr. Wang took the key out of the village chief's hand and threw him a pack of Furong Wang with a few sticks: "I'm doing it for her own good. I'll leave after I get the things. Don't leave them behind."

I've eaten."

With that said, Third Master Wang ignored the village chief who seemed to have something to say, opened the door and walked towards his house. The shouts of "third brother, third brother" kept coming all the way. And the village chief's babbling

Looking at the 30,000 yuan on the table, I felt for the first time why the RMB was so eye-catching and ugly, just like the money that was burned to the dead.

Is Wang Jian rich? No.

This 30,000 yuan was spent during Wang Jian's four years at university delivering newspapers, milk, leaflets, carrying pure water, collecting rags, repairing bicycles, selling mutton skewers, roasting sweet potatoes, popping popcorn, and helping people with furniture during summer and winter vacations.

I earned little by little as a part-time worker in the factory. Although I went to a normal school that was free of charge, it was only free of charge. However, miscellaneous fees, books and accommodation fees were also a large expense, and more

Besides, Wang Jian also has to eat.

But he knew that 30,000 yuan was just the money for a simple meal to the rich and famous people in the city, but for his poor county, 30,000 yuan was more than a family of three could earn in five years.

A huge sum of money, not to mention that the village chief is also a cadre, and the family will be richer. This is all for those villages that have received good policies. This place... When the village chief arrives, he will still go to the fields to plant rice. In addition to being able to earn three more yuan every month

Apart from the hundred yuan subsidy, there really wasn't anything easy to get. So he was really afraid that the old guy would send Aying to work and get married early, and that little girl would be really ruined.

Soon, Wang Jian, who was thinking wildly, came to the outside of the house where he had lived for as long as he could remember. The door was locked, and the lock outside had a layer of fine rust, and the original bright red Spring Festival couplets had long become

It's mottled. The red bricks and green tiles are still the same, but time is really a sharp thing. It's only been four years, and this house is already dilapidated.

Wang Jian stood outside the house and took a deep breath. In a trance, he seemed to see Lao Mu sitting in a rocking chair by the door frame, eating watermelon with a smile and telling himself stories about the mountain spirits.

"Old man, I'm back."

Just like when he came home on Sundays in high school, Wang Jian called out to the place where Lao Mumu usually sat. Although no one would answer him anymore, and no one would bring him a bowl of cold mung bean soup anymore.

But he felt suddenly more at ease.

He bit his back teeth hard and resisted the tears that rolled around in his eyes. He frowned tightly, and then used the key in his hand to open the lock on the door with great difficulty.

"Crunch..."

The old door shaft made a very harsh friction sound, and the light from outside shone into the room. Wang Jian raised his head and glanced at the portrait facing the door, smiled, walked into the house, and touched it.

A dusty bamboo rocking chair.

He didn't say much, just went straight to the kitchen, took out the cheap purple clay pot from the cupboard, scooped water from the pressure well in the backyard, washed it inside and out, and then started to light the stove to boil water.

These actions were very skillful and done in one go. While he was boiling water, he also lightly cleaned the front hall, took out energy-saving light bulbs from his bag and replaced them, and also lit three cigarettes for the old wood.

"I haven't had tea at home for a long time." Wang Jian sat in front of the Eight Immortals table, put his chin on the table and looked at the old wood: "Old man, you said you wanted to hold a grandson, but you left before the grandson came out. You are too

It’s no longer fair.”

He just chatted like he was chatting with someone, sometimes complaining and sometimes giggling. After talking for a while, he suddenly slapped his forehead: "By the way, I have always wanted to ask you something. Tell me, do you want me to win the winter?"

I have suffered so much in practicing Sanfuxia and Sanjiu, but you don’t let me use it, so why should I practice it? To put it bluntly, you have been a coward all your life, what have you gained in the end? I just can’t figure it out.

Okay, I asked you, what is the word "jian" of my Wang Jian? You told me, this "jian" has to be erected even if it is buried in the soil. But there are too many things that I don't like,

How can I endure it?"

The last few words Wang Jian said were almost squeezed out through gritted teeth, every word was strong and sonorous.

"You have told me since I was a child that a man is a bridge when he lies down and a mountain when he stands up. But if you don't let me be the bridge or the mountain, I'm a coward!"

As he spoke, his hair and eyebrows stood up, his eyes were almost on fire, and his expression was solemn and solemn: "Old man, I am here today to tell you that I will no longer be a coward, and I will die in the sky.

If the worst happens, I'll go down and accompany you, I, Wang Jian, have a humble life."

As soon as he said this stupid thing, the old wooden memorial tablet and the portrait all fell to the ground inexplicably, and the glass on the picture frame shattered to the ground.

Wang Jian was stunned, then silent for a moment, and then he laughed to himself: "Old man, what's wrong with you? When I don't do what you want, do you get angry with me? You're not young anymore, don't be like this

You're so childish, can you just obey me for once?"

He squatted down helplessly to collect the broken glass on the floor, then carefully wiped the dust off the photo, and then bent down to pick up the tablet that fell on the ground.

But as soon as he touched the tablet, he immediately felt something was wrong! Why? The carpentry craftsmanship of Lao Mu was passed down from the Luban lineage, which is awesome to say. As for Wang Jian, Third Master Wang, he has liked it since he was a child.

He learned from the old carpenter. Although he never formally learned it, by the time he was fourteen or fifteen years old, Wang Sanye, who had been smart since he was a child, had almost mastered the old carpenter's skills, except for making

It's just his little wooden horse that can move on its own.

So he was able to conclude at once that there was a mechanism inside the tablet. No one else had this ability, only Lao Mumu had it. He probably knew that he was dying before he died, so he specially brought good pear blossoms for himself.

There is a tablet made out of wood. The inside of the tablet is hollow. If it were not an old carpenter who has been working with wood for decades, no one would be able to tell that there is moisture in the weight of the tablet.

And even if they knew it, no one would care whether a tablet was a few taels heavier or a few taels lighter. But except Wang Jian, because he knew Lao Mumu, the old man was the same as his name, very upright and upright, no matter

What is he doing? As long as he does it, he will definitely not fool him. The difference of these few taels is enough to make Lao Mumu so angry that he can't eat for two days. And he doesn't fool others, let alone himself, so since the weight of the tablet is wrong, then

There must be some mechanism inside.

The mechanism of the old wood is very clever. The gaps are in line with the wood grain. After it is put back together, it will hardly loosen or make any noise. There is no special method and it cannot be disassembled except for violent cracking. Moreover, this tablet has been painted, and it looks like this from the outside.

You can't tell any difference from a whole piece of wood.

Wang Jian thought to himself, 'Old man, old man, how old are you, and you still play such a trick with me? What if I didn't see you?'

He easily opened the old wooden tablet, and a letter and a pamphlet fell out from it. Wang Jian lowered his head and picked up the two items from the ground, then restored the tablet and put it back on the table, using the light above his head.

I saw six characters written in block letters on the envelope:

"My son Wang Jian personally greets you"
Chapter completed!