People in the world say that reading is good, and only those who study can bring honor to their ancestors. This is the truth that fathers know.

But the Zhang family was poor for several generations and could not even farm. They could only make a living by selling dates. They were busy all over the world, and they were afraid of only a month at home all year round, and they could only save money and make a living. How could they support their son in school?

Therefore, even though he knew that his son likes to study and is willing to study, Zhang Si, a father, dared not think about that.

He really can't afford it.

Now, Zhang Si only hopes that his uncle will be willing to work hard to help Huwazi find a constable job, so that Huwazi can eat the food of the government. Although he is not better than the scholar, he must be better than following him than selling jujubes in the world.

"Dad, carry it."

After Huwazi put down the two books he loved to read, he helped his father remove the dates and then picked up dry firewood in the temple.

Because this dilapidated temple is often resting on the edge of the official road, there are a lot of dry firewood stored. I don’t know if it was done by the nearby farmers or the shops.

After picking up the dry firewood, Huwazi took out the fire and started the fire. Zhang Si asked him to take off his clothes and roast them to prevent the wet clothes from getting cold on his body.

Huwazi responded and took off his coat. He was only fourteen years old this year, but he was taller than his peers, but he was thinner, and his face was not bloody and looked yellow. It was probably because of insufficient oil and water.

Zhang Si poured out the dried dates from the bag and carefully spread them next to the fire.

These are all big red dates from Shaanxi, which he harvested from fruit farmers and removed from the water. Dried red dates are very good for women. They are especially delicious after stewing with brown sugar and wolfberry, and nourishing yin and blood.

The Zhang family has been doing this business since Grandpa Zhang Si. In order to make more money, they not only sell it in Shaanxi, but also sell it in Sichuan, Huguang, Shanxi and Beizhili.

Usually people from one place organize to buy several trucks and transport them to a certain place, and then sell them to the countryside by hawkers like Zhang Si by horse-drawn carriages or wheelbarrows.

Generally, they can only go back after selling it all, and rest for a while before selling it. It repeats itself and never stops.

There were dozens of people who were sold to the capital, and Zhang Si and his wife were divided into Daxing. Because the price was cheap, the two men and his wife had a good business. This was their second time.

The warmth emitted by the fire quickly drove away the cold air on both of them. It was raining outside and the wind was quite strong. In the wind and rain, there was a vast white area everywhere, with no one figure.

Zhang Si thought that the rain would stop at night, so he took out the bed rolls of his father and son from under the belly of the car and spread them on the ground. He planned to stay in the temple for one night.

If you are a hawker like them, you can save as much as you want.

Zhang Si was not worried about the strong man who would rob money in this place. After all, this place is under the feet of the emperor. The public security is much stronger than Sichuan, and the two of them were just selling dates, so the strong man would not look down on their little copper coins.

Huwazi was lying on the bedside roll and reading a book. Zhang Si was illiterate and didn't know what his son was reading. But he saw that his son was enjoying it. Although he couldn't support him in his studies, Zhang Si was also very happy.

Raise a son to strengthen his father.

My son is no better than his father who doesn't recognize words.

After tying the fire to make the fire brighter, Zhang Si calculated that Huwazi is fourteen years old this year, and she is not too old or too young at this age.

My uncle can really help Huwazi to do errands in the yamen. After the Chinese New Year, he will lend some money to ask the matchmaker to tell Huwazi a wife.

Zhang Si was happy when he thought about it, but he didn't tell his son because he knew that his son was thin-skinned.

"Okay, stop watching, just have a meal." Zhang Si patted his son's butt. Huwazi said "Oh" and folded the page he was looking at and put down a small corner.

It was said that it was a meal, but what could I eat in this wilderness ridge? It was just some big cakes bought by the two of them at the market.

Water is stored in a pot.

The two of them filled their beards with a mouthful of water and cakes. Zhang Si went to flip through the damp dates again, then went to the door to look at them and then went to bed.

Huwazi didn't sleep, but instead burped in the quilt and continued reading. Zhang Si knew that his son had good books, so he ignored him. He told him to go to bed early and then bury his head to bed.

He was also very tired, but when he slept, he leaned his arms tightly in front of him because he had a purse in his arms.

Soon, Zhang Si's snoring started to sound. Huwazi looked at his sleeping father, grinned, and focused on reading his own book.

I don’t know how long it took, but Huwai had fallen asleep without realizing it.

In addition to the sound of wind and rain outside and Zhang Si's snoring, there were only the "thunderbolt" sounds made by the fire from time to time in the temple.

However, what the Zhang family didn't know was that dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at them outside the temple gate.

A figure made a gesture, and immediately several black shadows quietly entered the ruined temple. After entering the ruined temple, the black shadows did not commit murder on the two sleeping masters of the Zhang family, but instead searched the temple with vigilance.

Their steps were light and their movements were very small, so that the two sleeping Zhang family members had no idea.

After confirming that there was no danger, the people in the temple sent out a gesture signal, and immediately more than a dozen figures stepped in quietly. The leader was a man wearing a hat and a white cloak.

The man untied the hat on his head, exposed the hair crown on his head, and untied the cloak that had been wet by the rain, and handed it to his subordinates on one side.

The subordinates signaled their eyes to ask whether the man woke up the two men on the ground. The man looked at the dates beside the fire, shook his head, then smiled and walked towards the fire, sat down with his legs and knees bent.

It's also very cold on a stormy night in May.

The men's subordinates stood firmly with their swords, as if they did not exist in this temple. Dozens of black shadows outside the temple were even allowed to hit them by the wind and rain. Even if they couldn't open their eyes, they stood still.

After a while, the man felt much warmer, so he picked up a dried date from the ground and put it in his mouth. After chewing it carefully, he found that it was very crisp and sweet, so he nodded.

When he was about to get up, his eyes were attracted by the book in the hand of the boy sleeping opposite him.

That was a military book - "Sima Fa".

The man has never read "Sima Fa", but he heard that this is one of the top ten military books in China. According to Li Jing of the Tang Dynasty, the author of this book is Jiang Taigong, but he does not know whether it is true or false.

In the wilderness, the boy and the military books made the man interested in the two men in front of him.

Under the man's eyes, his subordinates skillfully took off the book "Sima Fa" from the boy, without any alarm.

The man took over "Sima Fa". He was curious about what the military books in the Spring and Autumn Period said, so he started to read them.
Chapter completed!