The Big Landlord

It was noon when I got home, and as soon as I stepped over the threshold, Linglong ran over and squeezed Wang Ben's two cold fingers tightly with her warm little hands, shaking her eyes slightly, raising her head with a smile. Said: "Brother Ben, Linglong is hungry."

"Okay, let's cook," rubbing Linglong's jet-black hair, he walked slowly to the stove.

Pushing open the back door, he was about to fetch firewood to make a fire. Looking at the empty back eaves, Wang Ben was startled. After returning for half a year, he unknowingly lost a few bundles of firewood from the original pile of firewood and could not burn a few meals.

After lunch, Wang Ben went to Xiaoxing Town again to buy a honeycomb stove to go home. There is no firewood mountain, so he can only burn this in the future.

The 8-cent briquettes briquettes cost 100 yuan for a single-hole briquettes stove for 10 yuan, and the total cost is less than 20 yuan. It can be burned for at least a month, which is really cheap.

Handing the 30 yuan directly to the boss, Wang Ben waved his hand and said boldly, "Don't look for it, help me take it home."

"Good!" The boss who sold the honeycomb briquettes happily accepted the money and agreed without thinking. He only made three cents for selling one honeycomb briquettes, and he could earn more than ten yuan for a single delivery, which is equivalent to someone else's a day. Salary, it doesn't take an hour to go back and forth, it's strange if you don't go.

After the boss pulled the wooden cart loaded with briquettes and set off for a while, Wang Ben stepped onto the motorcycle without hesitation.

"Brother Ben!"

Someone across the road called out kindly, and it turned out to be Feicui. He was carrying a large pocket in his hand and a large schoolbag on his shoulder. They were all full and looked quite heavy.

The students are really hard, especially those in high school. Wang Ben rode his car and swayed over, parked in front of this beautiful girl, and asked with concern, "Is it a holiday?"

"Well, I just finished the final exam today," Feicui said with a slight smile, stroking her smooth hair in front of her forehead.

"Come on, I'll take you home," Wang Ben greeted and steered the motorcycle across.

"No, I'm afraid of the cold," Feicui quickly waved her hand to refuse, "Just take my bag back, I'll walk home by myself."

"It's okay, I'll ride slower."

"Well... well," Feicui thought for a while, tied the bag to the shelf, and got into the car sideways. The eldest girl is different, even the sitting posture is so elegant, unlike those women who directly spread their legs and go to the car. sit on top.

Slowly driving on the road back to Xiushuiwan, Wang Ben always felt that the handrail was shaking constantly. Feicui was sitting so far back that she almost touched the back shelf.

"Sit a little forward," Wang Ben turned his head and reminded.

"Oh," Feicui made a small squeak behind her and moved forward gently, probably not two centimeters... Hey, it would be great if this girl was as active and enthusiastic as the little widow Wu Yulan.

The winter wind was blowing, no matter how slow Wang Ben rode, the cold waves would still be unavoidable. In the rearview mirror, Feicui was already curled up in a ball. The little hand that only held the handle was also red with cold.

Pulling over to the side of the car, he took off his down jacket and put it on Feicui. He also took off his helmet and handed him a warm leather glove.

"Aren't you cold?" Feicui tightened her collar and asked with concern.

"My body is full of anger," Wang Ben raised his chest and slapped it a few times, said boldly, waved his hand, and continued to get into the car.

It's nice to say,

But without the clothes and the helmet, it's really different. The thin sweater can't stand anything, and the cold wind is pouring in, and it's almost pervasive. It's the same as without clothes, and the hairs on the whole body stand up unconsciously.

"Brother Benzi, are you really not cold?" Feicui's suspicious voice came from behind.

"A little bit, it's alright," Wang Ben fought with his upper and lower teeth, and finally made it clear. A man can bend and stretch, but he can't say no. Even if it's cold like this, he has to pretend to stay calm.

"But why do I think you're shaking?" Feicui didn't believe it, and continued to ask suspiciously.

"Well... the road is uneven," Wang Ben said after thinking for a while.

After finally getting back to Xiushuiwan, it felt like a frozen corpse. Apart from the fact that my heart was still beating, many parts of my body were frozen and numb, and I didn't feel much better when the down jacket was wrapped around my body again.

"Thank you, Brother Benzi," Feicui said sweetly with a shallow smile.

"A trivial matter!" Wang Ben's voice just fell, and his nose felt itchy.

"Ah... cut!"

A heavy sneeze was particularly loud, and the clear nose began to flow down.

"Are you all right?" Feicui frowned slightly and asked worriedly.

"It's alright, Linglong must have missed me at home, I said why my ears are getting hot," Wang Ben joked, straddled the car and left quickly.

On the way home, I didn't even have time to lock the car and got into the bed. The thick quilt was wrapped around my head, but I still didn't feel warm. My whole body was so cold that I shivered. I sneezed one after another. , The forehead is also a little hot, typical cold symptoms.

"Boss Wang, your honeycomb!"

The person who delivered the briquettes came and was screaming outside the house. Wang Ben had to get out of bed and pounded. Fortunately, the briquettes seller was more enthusiastic and helped him put the briquettes into the stove. If he had to take them several at a time, he might faint. on the ground.

After coming back for so long, I have never been sick before. I suddenly caught a cold, and I didn't even prepare any medicine, so I poured a few gulps of hot water, fell on the bed and slept with my head covered, hoping to sweat.

"Brother Benzi, what's the matter with you?" Linglong leaned over to the bed, her big eyes flickering, and asked in a low voice.

"Brother has a cold, you can go out and play," Wang Ben said with a wave of his hand. If this girl is also infected, the family will definitely be in chaos.

I don't know how long I slept, I opened my eyes drowsily, patted my heavy head, but it didn't get better at all. Hey, I will never try to be stubborn with my body in the future, and I actually get sick.

"Dong dong!"

Someone knocked on the door and dragged a weak body to open it. It turned out to be Feicui. Seeing him, he asked with concern, "Brother Ben, are you feeling better?"

"How do you know I have a cold?" Wang Ben rubbed his nose and asked curiously.

"I met Linglong," Feicui handed the plastic bag in her hand, "I'll give you the medicine."

"You went to the town again?" Wang Ben asked suspiciously. There was no barefoot doctor in the village, and anyone who had a cold would go directly to the town.

"Well," Fei Cui laughed, turned and walked quickly.

"..." Wang Ben scratched his head and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He kindly carried the girl back, but he didn't say that he was ill, and even caused Feicui to run back and forth again, and many went.

Opened the small square paper bag, took the next dose of the small pill prescribed by the clinic, and fell asleep again, finally feeling a lot better.

Seeing that it was getting late, Wang Ben began to fiddle with the charcoal stove, which he had never used before, and could only rely on his consciousness and imagination.

Put a few wooden sticks into the bottom of the hearth, put a briquettes on it, and wait for the briquettes to burn. After ten seconds, not only did the briquettes disappear, but the added wooden sticks also went out. After trial and error again and again, after tossing for half an hour, not only did he not ignite the coal, but his hands and face were all blackened.

After checking the stove repeatedly, he found that the original bottom cover had not been removed. There was no air circulation in the heart of the stove, so it was no wonder that it was not burning.

Finally, I lit the briquettes, and looked at the bunches of small flames, which can be used for cooking at night.

The stove was turned off again the next morning. It turned out that he had forgotten to put the lid on the bottom. The coal inside had already been burned to ashes, and the stove had to be restarted.

After a day and a night of testing, Wang Ben finally successfully used this rotten briquettes stove. He didn't have to worry about running out of firewood, and it was more convenient. He didn't have to guard the stove hole to add firewood, and it wouldn't be like burning firewood. Slag, even the stove feels much cleaner, which is really economical and environmentally friendly.

Hey, it's really useless to stay in the village for so many years, and even a briquettes stove is enough to toss him.