"Uncle Dasha, get up first, don't sit on the road, it's dangerous." Liu Qingshan helped Tan Dasha up and sent him to the stone on the side of the road to sit, "You sit here and rest, I'll go pick up charcoal."

Tan Dasha's nose was sour and he couldn't say a word.

If it weren't for the many people around him watching him, he would probably have burst into tears like a child.

Why is this? Why does God always tease his family like this?

My mother planted half an acre of vegetable hearts with hope. She originally thought that she could exchange it for a few hundred yuan after selling it, but unexpectedly, in the end, she didn't make a penny and even lost money to go in with the rapeseed money.

Later, he followed Qingshan with hope and burned charcoal together, thinking that he could make some money by selling charcoal and fill the scar in his mother's heart. But who would have thought that just now, his sweet fantasy turned into a bubble again.

Thinking of this, watching Qingshan hurriedly packing the charcoal on the ground while watching the people, Tan Dasha could endure the pain of flesh and blood caused by falling, but could not bear the pain in her heart.

He raised his rough hands, covered his face, and started crying.

The morning light of winter had already awakened, and with the cold light, it hit him on his body. Not only his body, but even his heart wrapped in warm flesh seemed to be hurt, cut, and bleeding from the bone-breathing light.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you driving?" A woman hurriedly ran out of the house when she heard that the child at home was almost hit. While comforting the scared child, she cursed at the man sitting on the side of the road covering her face and crying, "If you can't drive, don't drive. If you hit my child, can you afford it?"

"Why are you crying? Did I scold you wrongly? Let me tell you, if my child has nothing to do, you don't want to leave."

"Hey, you woman is too unreasonable." Passersby around him could not bear to see the woman's sharp teeth and yelling.

"We were all present just now, and we saw with our own eyes that your child suddenly came out."

"That's right, I'm so old, I'm not a two or three-year-old child, I don't understand anything."

"Hmph, isn't this nonsense? The upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked, how can parents teach their children well with this virtue?"

"What are you talking about? He was driving and hitting my child, don't talk nonsense." The woman roared at the passerby.

"You think we are blind. We can all testify that your child suddenly came out. If this big brother hadn't braked and turned the front of the car, you would have been shouting and scolding here now? You were so crying that you had already been dying."

"This woman is so unreasonable. Her child has caused others to fall like this, and the charcoal is broken. If you don't say a good word, you just scold someone. You really have no conscience at all."

"If such people are not worthy of being a mother, if they can't teach their children well, and they will harm others, they should be infertile."

"What's going on? The child was hit? Was it hurt?" A man ran from another place and came to the woman and the child, and hurriedly checked the child first.

Seeing that the child was fine, he looked at the man crying on the roadside, then looked at the passers-by around who were holding on to the man, and slapped the child in the face: "What's wrong with you? Can't you look at the road when you walk?"

The child covered his hot face and looked at his father in disbelief, tears came down from his lines.

The woman pushed the man away and shouted, "What's wrong with you? It's because our child was almost hit by someone. It's fine if you don't feel sorry for him, why are you hitting the child? If you have the ability, you'll hit the person who almost hit your child."

The man nodded and gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, I shouldn't have hit the child, it's not the child's fault that he made every mistake."

Passers-by thought that this man was not the same as a woman, but now when he heard the man's words, the hope that had just been ignited was instantly destroyed.

The woman pretended to be aggrieved and said, "It was not our child's fault. It was all that person. If he hadn't driven and watched the road, the child wouldn't have been scared."

The man looked at the man who was crying on the roadside again. Seeing his disheveled face and his clothes were broken several times, he looked at the black charcoal that had fallen all over the floor, and he had already understood the crying man a little.

I guess it is a mountain farmer who burns charcoal in the mountains.

He turned his face and looked at his wife who was still chattering with passers-by, and frowned.

"What do you do? Do you want to talk too much here?" The woman put her hands on her waist and pointed at the passerby next to her and cursed, "Do you die or your mother die? Why are you howling here?"

The man's face became more and more ugly. He raised his hand and slapped the woman again, causing him to stagger and fell directly on the pile of sand on the side of the road.

The man put his waist on his waist and pointed at the woman and scolded: "It's your fault for all the mistakes. If you weren't the woman who taught the child badly, this wouldn't have happened. You take the child back and don't let me be embarrassed here."

Passers-by were stunned.

The man ignored the woman's crying and hurried to the middle of the road, helping to pick up charcoal together. While picking up, he said, "Little handsome guy, I'm really sorry, my wife is ignorant and has caused you trouble."

"It's okay." Liu Qingshan said, picking up the charcoal crumbs without changing his face, "If you don't care about your own people, I will take care of you, and don't worry that we will suffer."

After saying that, he smiled at the man.

The man was stunned for a moment and quickly accelerated the speed of picking up charcoal.

The onlookers on the roadside stopped watching and all spontaneously came over to help pick up charcoal together.

Although the charcoal was painted black, few people thought it was dirty.

Everyone picked up all the charcoal scattered all over the floor in a short while.

The snakeskin bag was broken, and the people on the roadside took the initiative to take a few snakeskin bags out to pack charcoal.

Everyone piled up the three bags of charcoal I picked up next to Tan Dasha and comforted him and said, "Big brother, don't be sad, just be fine if you're fine."

"Yes, you can burn it again if the charcoal is gone, and you can earn it again if the money is gone. As long as people are fine, don't be sad."

"Yes, be careful when driving in the future. Don't hurt yourself."

Looking at the warm-hearted people, Tan Dasha stopped her tears and felt no pain in her body. He lame his legs, stood up, bowed to passers-by and thanked: "Thank you, thank you, thank you everyone."

"You're welcome, it's just a simple task. It's fine if you're okay."

"Yes, no one can watch others not help if they have difficulties."

Liu Qingshan grabbed three packs of charcoal, walked to the woman who had just shouted, put down the charcoal, and said, "Originally, four packs of charcoal, one pack of charcoal is about fifty kilograms, a total of two hundred kilograms. We sell three yuan per catty and six hundred yuan."

"What does it mean?" The woman covered her face that was still in pain, looked at Liu Qingshan vigilantly, and asked, "What do you mean? Do you still want me to pay you money?"

"Isn't it?" Liu Qingshan looked back at the man walking over and said with a funny look, "Our charcoal is damaged. Now such charcoal is not sold at all when it is brought to the county town. Shouldn't you compensate?"

"Don't dream, I won't give you a penny," the woman shouted.

"Whether you give it or not, it's not what you say, it's what I say. Six hundred yuan is charcoal. Did you see it? The motorcycle was broken and the person was broken. In addition, 400 yuan was given a car repairer. A total of 1,000 yuan is not a penny."

Liu Qingshan doesn't think he is black.

If it were someone else, if he had no ten thousand yuan, he wouldn't think about it. He was kind-hearted, so he would have to be so little.

Moreover, someone had crushed a chicken to death on this section of the road before and paid the owner 500 yuan. It was both charcoal, car and human. It was not unfair to ask her for a thousand yuan.

When the woman heard that she wanted to pay a thousand dollars, she immediately started to tantrums and sat on the ground, crying and howling: "Is there any reason for it? You almost hit my child, and you still want me to pay for it. Is there any king's law?"

Seeing his own woman leaning on the ground and making trouble, the man couldn't bear to worry about his face: "Get up and see what you look like."

"I don't care. I won't compensate me, I don't have a penny." The woman sat on the ground and cried, "No one can take a penny from me. Oh, my god, open your eyes, what kind of good people have been bullied, open your eyes and take a look."

Seeing the woman like this, Liu Qingshan frowned and said, "If you don't pay, don't pay it. It's no big deal, it's just a thousand dollars."

After saying that, Liu Qingshan walked away.

The woman was stunned and was overjoyed. It seemed that the trick of rolling around was indeed effective. Not only was the men at home severely cured by her, but even the men outside were afraid of her.
Chapter completed!