Although the long night was long, there was a light dew when the morning light was faintly dewed. That night, Li Yun wandered aimlessly along the river, and walked thirty or forty miles without realizing it.

When he woke up from his confusion, he realized that he had arrived at a strange place.

On the left is the surging Wei River, on the right are the mountains of Lulu, and in the middle is a newly built official road, with a ox cart rushing towards the official road.

The wheels rolled, the old cow was moving slowly, the morning breeze was dew, and the cow's hair was wet. The old man was driving the car, and his back was hunched.

Not only is his back hunched, but his temples are also gray, his five fingers and face are covered with carbon debris, which dyed the dew that fell on his face black.

He was panting while walking, and occasionally coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm, but he was reluctant to ride a ox cart, so he just walked slowly with the old cow.

Li Yun stood by the river and watched from afar, feeling inexplicable sympathy in his heart.

He could see clearly that this was an old man selling charcoal. The reason why he refused to ride a ox cart was because the ox cart was filled with charcoal.

The charcoal was full of charcoal, and there was only one gap left in the ox cart. A little girl was sleeping sweetly with the ox cart.

This scene made Li Yun suddenly sound when he was a child.

When I was young, my parents were poor, but my parents were unwilling to be poor, so they got up early and weaved straw mats on the morning and went to the market for sale. On those countless mornings before dawn, their parents were walking on the road like this old man. The only difference was that they were not oxes to pull the cart, but their parents who worked hard.

At that time, Li Yun was still young. He was placed in the middle of the straw mat in the car by his parents. His parents pulled the car and walked. He slept soundly in the car. Every once in a while, his mother would look back, for fear that he would be wet by dew or blown away by the cool breeze.

Life is hard, just like the old man selling charcoal in front of him.

But the kindness of the elders is the same. The old man also looks back at the little girl from time to time. Occasionally, he will stop the ox cart and raise his toes to look at him. When he finds that his granddaughter is still sleeping sweetly, the old man lets out a satisfied smile in his throat, so he continues to drive the old man and slowly rush forward.

The ox cart passed by where Li Yun stood. The old man looked up at Li Yun, then suddenly smiled and said hello, and said in a simple tone: "Brother, I got up quite early..."

Li Yun was slightly stunned, then smiled and replied in an extremely gentle voice: "Yes, it's quite early. I didn't sleep last night and wandered along the Wei River."

The old man said 'ah', as if surprised that someone was so idle.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the drum-beating golden hammer in Li Yun's hand, and immediately opened his mouth and laughed a few times.

The people of the people are shallow in their knowledge. The old man didn't know the pair of hammers, but just exclaimed: "Such a big hammer? What blacksmith are you from? Could it be that you are a martial arts general? You don't look like you dressed..."

Li Yun laughed again and said, "I am not a general, I am not a general, I am not practicing martial arts with a hammer. To be honest, I am a refugee and currently live in the Weishui camp."

"ah!"

The old man screamed again, and suddenly showed a happy look on his face, and he said hurriedly: "But is the refugee camp on the banks of the Weishui River? Are you familiar with the manager there?"

Li Yun was slightly stunned again, and his eyes subconsciously looked at the ox cart, his heart moved faintly, and he couldn't help asking, "Is your father-in-law going to sell charcoal?"

"Yes!"

The old man nodded repeatedly, and said proudly: "The ancestors have been cutting firewood and burning charcoal for generations, and their craftsmanship is famous in all corners of the countryside..."

Suddenly, he stopped the ox cart and walked to Li Yun tremblingly, saying with a longing look on his face: "I heard that the refugee camp has established a salted fish industry, and they have to buy several trucks of charcoal every day. Not only are they given a good price, but they also give cash. Unlike those big families, they either have to pay on credit or use other things to pay for it, they have to be picky. A car of good charcoal will be deducted 30% first. Brother, do you know the person in charge there?"

Li Yun raised his head and thought for a while, pondered: "There are rules in the industry, but I do have an acquaintance."

The old man was surprised and happy, and quickly grabbed Li Yun and said hurriedly: "That's great, please help me. Uh (I mean in Shaanxi dialect) I stayed in the mountains for three days and three nights and didn't close my eyes. I specially burned a truck of good charcoal and prepared to go to the refugee camp to sell for a good price. Now I am worried about whether I will collect it."

Li Yun laughed and said, "Then you have found the right person. I will help you with this matter. Let's go, I will help you push the cart, let's go sell charcoal together..."

As he said that, he was about to step forward.

But the old man suddenly took a few steps back.

The old man was frightened by Li Yun's enthusiasm.

He retreated all the way to the edge of the ox cart, first carefully looking at the little granddaughter on the cart, then quickly looked back at Li Yun, slightly alert and a little embarrassed, and said weakly: "Brother, you don't need to help push the cart. The old cow rented is very strong, and it's not difficult to pull this cart of charcoal."

Li Yun was stunned for a moment.

Then he faintly understood.

He smiled and pointed at the official and said to the old man angrily: "I said, "What are you afraid of, my father-in-law? This is a dignified official. Are you afraid that I will rob you? I sincerely want to help you."

As a result, the old man became more vigilant and couldn't help but retreat a few more steps, saying cowardly: "Forget it, go to the refugee camp by yourself, brother, don't follow me."

He said that he rushed to swing the whip and drove away the ox cart as if he was running away.

Li Yun smiled helplessly.

But there was another sympathy.

If a person is poor for a long time, his first reaction to a kind-hearted person is not to be happy, but to be afraid of being cheated.

So I would rather bite the bullet and endure hardships.

...

This old man was not wrong with being cautious, because all his hopes were probably on this cargo of charcoal. His granddaughter was so young that he had to bring it out to sell charcoal, but he didn't see the old man's children accompanying him. In this situation, most of the children were gone. In the past few years, many young and strong people died in Guanzhong.

An elderly man took his granddaughter out to make a living, sleeping in the open, worried and scared. His elders would not do this unless they had to.

I was really forced by life.

Even the ox carts are rented, which shows that this cart of charcoal is the only one in all the property.

The old man was worried that Li Yun was a bad person, so he couldn't blame him for not knowing the good people's hearts. He had been poor for too long and was too afraid of being cheated by others.

"Oh! If you don't help, you won't help!"

Li Yun smiled bitterly again, but he had made up his mind. After he got back, he would say hello to Cheng Chumo and ask the person in charge of purchasing charcoal to give the old man more money.

Seeing the ox cart moving forward and soon disappeared at the end of the official road, Li Yun shook his head helplessly, carrying a hammer to prepare to turn back along the river.

But at this moment, I suddenly heard a wolf roar from a distance, followed by two old cows mooing, and the old man's screams came from afar.

"drive!"

There was a clear shout in the scream, and there was a whip sound, as if he tried his best to whip, wanting to make the ox cart run...

Wolf?

How could there be a wolf next to the official road?

Li Yun subconsciously looked at the mountains on both sides, and suddenly felt the bones were cold.

He forgot that this was ancient times, and even the official path was not safe.

He rushed out without thinking.

Before I could run a few steps, I saw a ox cart rumbling, but there was no old man. There was only a little girl in the car crying loudly.

Has it been!

Li Yun was shocked and suddenly stepped forward to stop the ox cart. He was amazing in his power and grabbed the frame and roared, but when the old ox mooed twice, his hooves were moving around but he could not move forward.

The ox cart stopped, Li Yun looked at the little girl in the car and shouted: "Where is your grandfather?"

"Wolf, wolf..."
Chapter completed!