There is an inconspicuous mountain village in the west of Wuguo Jingzhou. This small mountain village is smaller, but it is much larger than the other mountain villages with more than ten households. If it is bigger, it cannot be related to real towns.

At first, this small mountain village was the same as other villages and towns, but the imperial court opened an official road connected to the Hungary and Manchu state. It happened that the distance between this small mountain village and this official road was not too far, so passers-by who wanted to take shortcuts broke into this small mountain village from time to time.

Over time, this small mountain village is much larger than other small mountain villages.

Although there are only a few hundred households, although the sparrow is small and has all kinds of living utensils in the village, it is self-sufficient.

Such as tailor shops, butchers, small restaurants, blacksmith shops, and small clinics, they are all available.

The village is not very large. Although these small businesses cannot make much money, their lives are much better than other farmers due to poor management.

There is a blacksmithman named Han in the village who is very good at fighting iron. Although the knives he made cannot be said to be as sharp as mud, they are still very suitable for chopping other things.

The various bone-cutting knives of Li Butcher in the village were made by Han blacksmith. The hunting knives used by hunters in the village, kitchen knives used by each household, and all the tools that were stained with iron tools were made by Han blacksmith.

The tools made by Han Blacksmith are extremely durable. Although he made the iron tools in the whole village, in general, the iron tools business is not often found. In order to make a living, this blacksmith made some wooden tools in his spare time. Although it was harder, he could still earn some income in the year.

At first, someone called him Carpenter Han, but soon no one called him. Because of the long-term iron thrust, Han Blacksmith had long been as dark as a piece of iron. No one would associate him with the Carpenter. They always said something similar:

"Han Blacksmith, make a wooden pear for me"

"Blacksmith Han, get me a wooden bed. How big is it, look at it. Yesterday my damn dog burned the previous bed."

In the past, when people in the village didn't ask Han Blacksmith to make some iron or wooden tools, they wouldn't mention him deliberately. However, in the past few months, Han Blacksmith has become a celebrity in the village. Whoever has nothing to do in her spare time always likes to talk about what Han Blacksmith has encountered.

According to some women in the village, when Han Blacksmith returned to his ancestral home, he met an evil ghost who specialized in eating humans and five internal organs. The evil ghost had three heads, seven pairs of eyes, eight ears, and his mouth was as big as a person's head.

Some people said that the evil ghost was surrounded by black air, dragging his tongue two or three feet away, chasing Han Blacksmith's family for three or four miles, and then chasing him until outside the village before retreating.

No matter what happens, after being described with fire, it will always be very different from the original version. Take the incident of Han Blacksmith meeting a ghost for example. There are five or six different versions circulating in this small mountain village.

But no matter how many versions there are, it is an indisputable fact that Han Blacksmith and his family met a ghost when they returned to their ancestral home not far away. After all, many people in the village were panicked when they saw the family celebrating their ancestors.

Some people say that it was the blessing of Han Blacksmith's ancestors, so that Han Blacksmith's family could escape from the evil ghosts. After all, Han Blacksmith met an evil ghost when he went to the ruined ancestral home. Some people say that the evil ghost was Han Blacksmith's ancestor, and the soul of the unjust death of the Han family when they were destroyed hundreds of years ago.

But as the protagonist of the ghost collision incident, the Han Blacksmith family was a little panicked at the beginning, but a few days passed and nothing special happened, so they gradually forgot about this.

On that day, Han Blacksmith turned off the iron fire early, hung the sign indicating closing outside the door, closed the door panel one by one, and inserted the pin from the back of the door.

Han Blacksmith was always happy today because he was going to be back as an apprentice to the shopkeeper of Ruyi Restaurant in the city. He had not seen this eldest son in two or three months, so he went to Zhang Liehu's house to change two rabbits.

Blacksmith Han has always been proud of his son. He has been smart and likable since he was a child. At the age of fifteen, his eldest son "picked" back while picking up firewood on the hillside. This person is the shopkeeper of Ruyi Restaurant in Qingshui City.

The shopkeeper was robbed by thieves on the official road and fled to the vicinity of this small mountain village alone. However, he was seriously injured. Before he could get into the village, he didn't lift it up and fainted. He happened to be met by Han Tie, the eldest son of Han Tie, while picking up firewood.

The shopkeeper of this Ruyi Restaurant was lying at Han Blacksmith's house for three days before he woke up slowly. During this period, Han Tie personally fed him millet porridge.

After waking up, the shopkeeper was extremely grateful to Han Tie. In order to repay his life-saving gratitude, he discussed with Han Tie and his wife to take Han Tie back to Ruyi Restaurant in Qingshuicheng as an apprentice.

Since then, Han Tie often sent some silver to his home, and the silver he sent was more than once. Now, the monthly money sent back by the 18-year-old boy is almost as high as Han Tie's own work income.

The money sent back is nothing. What made Han Blacksmith most happy was that the shopkeeper of Ruyi Restaurant had a daughter of 28 years old. From the letter sent back by his son, the shopkeeper had the intention of raising Han Tie as a prospective son-in-law.

"If it weren't for Huang Sangu's attempt to match this brat and the girl from the Li family, this brat wouldn't know when to hide it from me. When he came back, he would have to teach him a lesson." Han Blacksmith said to himself with a smile on his face. Compared to the daughter of the girl from the Li family and the shopkeeper of the Ruyi Restaurant, Han Blacksmith undoubtedly chose the latter as his daughter-in-law.

Although he was so cruel to deal with his son, Han Blacksmith couldn't help laughing again when he thought that his eldest son would come back tomorrow.

When Han Blacksmith returned to the back room, he saw his nine-year-old son squatting on the ground, drawing something on the ground with a small branch.

"Miss third son, your elder brother is coming back tomorrow. When I went to change the rabbit, I forgot that your elder brother had grown up. You went to Zhangjia Shop in the west of the village to buy two kilograms of rice wine. I told him that the money was kept in the account first." Han Blacksmith walked over from behind his younger son.

The boy, known as the mistress, slowly stood up. With a very natural movement of his feet, he stepped on the crooked small words written on the ground on the soles of his feet. The boy touched his head with his left hand, and his steps moved inadvertently.

"Okay, dad, I'll go now." The young man threw away the small wooden stick, blinked his big and lively eyes, turned his head and ran out through the back door.

Blacksmith Han looked at his youngest son's back with satisfaction, and felt happy again. His youngest son was also extremely smart and sensible.

The youngest son of Han Blacksmith did not go straight to the tavern in the west of the village. He moved in a direction after leaving the house, then trotted all the way to Wang Xiucai's house in the south of the village.

This scholar Wang is not a local resident. He moved here later. It is said that his family had some money in the past and spent all day studying. I don’t know when I got lucky and became a scholar. After that, I always wanted to be a juren again so that I could become a master. The acres of land I used to do were not careful to take care of, which led to the fact that I had eaten for the first time and had no meal.

If it weren't for some places in the village where words were needed, and if his relatives were outside, he would need to write two letters on his behalf, and he would have to read them when the letter came. He would really be ignored by everyone.

Some people kindly advised him not to dream of the master, to do the few acres of land well, and to save some money to renew the strings, otherwise what will happen when you are old?

But Wang Xiucai said: "How can you ordinary people understand the affairs of scholars?"

When Wang Xiucai was so self-righteous, naturally no one was willing to pay attention to him anymore.

"Good Wang, are you at home? I want to learn a few more words." The boy who had just run out of the house finally arrived at his destination. He walked directly into Wang Xiucai's house. The door of Wang Xiucai's house was never locked because there was nothing worth stealing.

Wang Xiucai was wearing a shabby long suit with a shiny greasy one on it, and was sleeping on a wooden board.

"It turned out to be a boy from the Han family. Why are you here to learn to recognize words again?" Wang Xiucai originally planned to be a man who woke him up, but when he saw that he was the boy in front of him, he changed his face.

"Grandpa Wang, I came out today for a hurry. I didn't bring any sweet potatoes. Why don't I add them tomorrow? I will teach me a few words today and I will give you sweet potatoes tomorrow." The boy named Han blinked his eyes.

When Wang Xiucai heard that there was no sweet potato, he said angrily, "No, give me sweet potato, I will teach you how to read, but I can't change it."

The boy was rejected without rushing, and he stared at Wang Xiucai without blinking;

"Mr. Wang, why don't I give you double the sweet potato tomorrow, and you will teach me today."

When Wang Xiucai heard that it was doubled, he seemed to remember something. He said with a kind look on his face, "I can teach you first today, but you have to pester your father and let him allow you to study with me. If he doesn't agree, you will make trouble, okay?"

The young man said without thinking: "Okay, Mr. Wang, I promise you that I will tell my father tonight."

Seeing that the boy agreed so readily, Wang Xiucai was a little hesitant, but then he thought that he had no loss, so he agreed to teach the boy a few words.

The boy was extremely smart. After a while, he learned those words, and then said, "Mr. Wang, can you give me a piece of letter paper and a pen? I want to practice calligraphy."

"Hmph, don't even think about it. Can paper and pen be used for you?" Wang Xiucai hummed disdainfully, "Unless you exchange sweet potatoes, this is not something that can be exchanged for one or two."

Seeing Wang Xiucai's decisive tone, the young man knew that there was no room for negotiation. He turned around and left without hesitation, and ran away, jogging all the way, seeing that the direction was the direction of the small restaurant in the west of the village.

Seeing that the boy ran away, Wang Xiucai started humming again
Chapter completed!