Qingniu Town, a small town located in a border area, if you accidentally open the map of the Daxi Dynasty, it is difficult to find this slightly smaller place name. Although Qingniu Town is remote, the town has thousands of households. People here live a peaceful life without any disturbances and away from the noise of the complicated world.

In the cold winter, this is another twelfth lunar month in Qingniu Town. Heavy snow flies down from the sky, covering the town on this frontier with a thick layer of white.

It was already evening, and the winter evening felt darker than usual. The night was open and the lights of thousands of families were already on. The cold wind blew the signboards of the inn at the end of the street, and the occasional barking of dogs crossed the night sky.

In a huge villa, the four big words "Tai'an Martial Arts Hall" were written on the plaque at the gate. At this time, the gate of the martial arts hall was closed, and a child in his seventies or eight years old was shivering beside him. A load of firewood similar to his height was shivering in the cold wind. In this cold, he was only wearing straw sandals and a single and patched clothes.

"Sell... firewood, who wants firewood..." This is the trembling voice of a child in the cold wind. In the cold weather, this is definitely a sound that makes people tremble in their hearts, unimaginable cold. In such weather, even the hardest hard labor has been returned home.

"Chaihuo...cough cough..." The child coughed and his body became even more tired. This tiny movement did not help such a cold winter.

The coldness that penetrates the heart, the toes that are cold when putting on cotton shoes are frozen to the point of being unconscious. Such a weak child is suffering like this, waiting for someone to buy this load of firewood. The snow on the ground has passed through the knees, and the pedestrians on the road are still vague. Sometimes three or two passers-by who are rushing home lower their hats and walk through the wind and snow.

At this time, Yi Ya sounded, and a sound came from the gate of the martial arts hall behind the child. The door opened a crack. One of his heads stuck out to visit. It was the housekeeper of the martial arts hall, and he was ready to come out to set fire to the lantern at the door.

"It's so damn. I haven't encountered such coldness in more than ten years!" The butler opened the thick door and then cursed in his cotton hat on his head.

After the words came, the butler noticed that the black eyes were coming from beneath his feet, and he calmed down and saw that it was a kid selling firewood. The butler kicked the kid and said, "Child, get out of here quickly, don't block the door."

"Uncle, do you want firewood? It only costs five cents!" The child begged weakly. This was the firewood he went up the mountain before dawn and cut back for half a morning in the cold. There were about ten miles of mountain roads alone, and such efforts were only worth a few cakes.

"No, don't, get out of here!" the butler drove him mercilessly.

The child was driven to stand up, and the cold wind suddenly poured into his Shan Pu's clothes everywhere. He shivered and hugged his shoulders, helplessly spread his hands to lift a load of firewood that was inconsistent with his height, allowing the ruthless cold wind to take away the last bit of body temperature.

"Sande, what are you yelling at the door?" Just as the child was about to leave, a woman's voice came from the inner courtyard.

"It's nothing, there's a broken child selling firewood at the door!" The housekeeper named Sande responded to the inner room with respect.

"Oh, that's it. By the way, the firewood in the kitchen is almost gone. If so, buy some." A beautiful young woman slowly walked out of the inner courtyard, followed by a girl with small braids of sheep horns, and was about the same age as the child outside. She was wearing a brocade cotton jacket, holding candied haws in her hand, and her face was red and red. She was very adorable.

I heard the butler outside the house responding respectfully to the inner courtyard: "Yes, Grandma San Shao!"

At this time, the little girl shook the young woman's legs and said, "Mom, I want to eat candy people, I don't want to eat candy haws!"

The young woman said with distress: "Go back to the house quickly, don't freeze my sweetheart baby. Candy man will buy it for you tomorrow. If you don't eat the candy haws, throw them away!"

"No, I'm going to eat now!" The girl shook the young woman's legs.

"Xia'er is obedient, my mother will definitely buy it for you tomorrow!"

The girl pouted and went back to the house, threw the candied haws on the ground, and took them to the yellow dog.

In another cruel world outside the wall, the housekeeper named Sande said to the child: "I bought this firewood, three cents!"

"Is this... a little less..." In fact, it is already very cheap for children to sell for five cents, and usually the price is more than ten cents.

"If you don't sell it, go there, don't block the way!" The butler pulled down his face.

"Sell, I'll sell!" the child said anxiously.

"Wait, I'll get the money!"

When the housekeeper entered the inner yard, the child was shaking outside the door with his shoulders in his arms. The cold wind was really cold. For some reason, the winter of this year was colder than in previous years, and the coldest day was the day, which was so cold that it was people's bones.

The child stomped his feet and waited outside the door. He had already drawn up several plans for the three cents. Soon, the incomparable hunger was about to be resolved.

This little time waiting is as long as several years have passed...

The night is still cold, and the empty streets are only the cold wind and the snowflakes are scattering the town, making the winter that is about to come to night even colder.

Babbling!

The child looked along the sound and saw a young woman wearing a torn cotton jacket walking out of the room across the street. The young woman was anxious and looked around the ground, looking at something that could burn.

The farmer's home is already simple, and the doors and windows in the house have long disappeared. It can be seen that it has long turned into ashes in the kang. The cold wind of the cold winter penetrates the empty doors and windows and pours into the house everywhere.

"Mom, I'm cold..." At this time, a girl's trembling voice came from the room.

"Be good to Xian'er, mom is here..." The young woman was looking for it urgently, and there was no combustible thing in front of and behind the house.

At this time, the sound of the sound of the rich family opened a crack.

"It's so cold!" The butler called Sande squeezed out of the door, stamped his feet, and handed it to the child with three copper plates in his hand, saying, "Hold your firewood money!"

The child's dark hands were about to take the three cents, which was something he had longed for.

"Mom..." the girl in the opposite room called again.

"Be good Xian'er, bear it for a while..." The young woman wiped her tears, comforting her mouth but was helpless.

The child reached out to the copper plate and stopped in the air. Then a sound of gurgling came from his stomach urging him to take the three cents to buy a bowl of noodle soup at the night market, and use the hot and boiling noodle soup to dispel the cold and hunger. You must know that he was hungry and cold in the snow for a day, waiting for this moment.

"I still want money, no more money!" The butler was upset that the child was hesitant to take the money, and thought he thought the price was cheap, but he didn't want to sell it anymore.

Finally, the child pushed back the three cents and said, "Uncle... I won't sell this firewood..."

The housekeeper was very angry and cursed: "You are a broken child, but you still have a small amount of money. If you don't sell it, get out of here, get out of here!"

Facing the butler expelled him angrily, the child carried firewood to the farmer's house opposite, put the firewood in front of the young woman and said, "Sister-in-law, please accept this load of firewood!" ```````````
Chapter completed!