There are three days left before the autumnal equinox.

At the Heyin Border Monument.

Official road, tea shop.

"Shopkeeper, please give me a bowl of big tea."

"Just come!"

"Shopkeeper, let's have another stack of beans."

"Okay!

"Shopkeeper, are there any soup cakes?"

"Yes, wait."

This simple tea shop is built not far from the official road.

When merchants pass by the boundary marker, they will take a rest here to replenish their physical strength or dry food. There are 20 people at a glance.

The shopkeeper of the tea shop followed two helpers and was busy outside, and his feet were not touching the ground, so his voice was dull.

I was busy for a while before I took the time to breathe.

Just as he was about to wipe his sweat and beat his legs, he caught a glance at a middle-aged man holding a mule in the direction of the official road. His clothes were covered with patches. The shopkeeper wanted to take a break and called a helper to come and entertain him.

The helper warmly greeted him: "What do you want to order for a guest?"

Only when I got closer did I see the middle-aged man's appearance clearly.

He looked honest and his head of dark and gray hair was wrapped in black coarse cloth. His skin was dark and there were traces of sunburn on his face. He knew it was left by the sun all year round. His hands were thick and his knuckles were rough and swollen. There was mud hidden under his fingernails that could not be built carefully. He could smell a little sweat and sour smell when he smelled it. He didn't sound like a local.

The middle-aged man rubbed his hands in embarrassment.

He lowered his head, his throat that had not been in water for a long time was very hoarse. In addition, he lowered his voice timidly, so the helper almost didn't hear what he said: "I just want to ask for some water..."

He can't afford to drink tea.

He was not familiar with the place and did not know where there were streams nearby.

When he saw the tea shop, he wanted to take a sip of water with shame. Unexpectedly, the helper union came to greet him enthusiastically, which made him at a loss. He was ready to say this, which caused the helper to roll his eyes and mean ridicule. Unexpectedly, the helper just smiled: "Yes, yes!"

Turning around and bringing a bowl of warm boiled water from the tea shop, the pottery bowl didn't even have a gap.

"This... Xiaolang just gives me a mouthful of cold water..."

It's still warm.

The helper handed over and said with a smile: "We don't allow us to sell cold water here. If we catch it, we will have to be fined. It will be burnt."

Middle-aged men are flattered.

He immediately wiped his hands covered with mud and wiped them on the hem of the clothes, holding the helper's pottery bowl. As soon as the moderately warm water touched the dry and cracked lips, he couldn't wait to open his mouth and swallowed it in big mouths. The water flowed down his mouth and into the throat, as if the land that had been drought for a long time was finally moistened. He breathed a long sigh after drinking, but still felt that it was not enough.

I smacked my lips in my heart and felt embarrassed to speak up again.

The helper is busy in the tea shop, and hasn't seen any kind of people before? He has already developed a good skill to observe his words and expressions and said, "I'm not busy now, I'll add another bowl to you. Do you have water for this mule? Why don't you take it to the back and feed it?"

The middle-aged man thanked him repeatedly.

The mule was so hungry that it was almost skinny and bone-bone, with visible ribs. It was also an old mule in appearance.

The mule is thin and old, but can still work. The bags are stuffed, and the old bamboo box is still carrying on the back.

I don't know what's inside.

Out of curiosity, I asked casually.

The middle-aged man did not hide it.

"I saved some charcoal and straw sandals at home. I heard that someone is here to collect it. I can give you more money to sell it together..."

If you say that the money is more, it will be more than four or five cents.

However, he walked for two days and two nights for this four or five-lane, and he had to be careful to meet bandits on the road. He was worried that he would meet jackals, tigers and leopards in the wild at night. He would not dare to close his eyes or stop. He could only find a secluded place to take a short time during the day, and tie the old mule and himself with a straw rope, worried that someone would steal the mule and charcoal.

Of course, it is not safe at night or during the day. If you can stay away from sleep, try not to sleep. After two days, you will be haggard and dazed.

At this time, the helper noticed that the straw sandals on the man's feet were almost scrapped, with their toes exposed, dark red blood mixed with mud had dried up, and there were more than a dozen new pairs of them on one side of the mule. He sighed and couldn't help but feel sympathy.

I fed a handful of beans and beans to the mule.

The middle-aged man looked at it and his eyes were slightly red.

The turbid tears were almost rolling down, and I kept thanking me. The helper sent the middle-aged man to the road, but he kindly pointed out the way. Following this road, it took less than a quarter of an hour to walk the road.

His feet can also suffer less.

The middle-aged man didn't think much about it either.

Yiyi refused to give up and said goodbye to the helper.

There was also a big cake given by the helper in his arms.

The shopkeeper saw this in his eyes and smiled and said, "That water doesn't count, the others are deducted from your wages..."

Helper said: "Natural."

In fact, it took him a few months to live a good life.

Seeing the middle-aged man like this, he empathized with it and couldn't help but want to help. The helper was a refugee who was desperate and fled to Heyin. He thought this place would become his burial place, but who knew he would be rescued by the kind-hearted shopkeeper.

I help in tea shops every day.

Take care of food, accommodation and pay back.

At first, the helper didn't dare to ask for it. How could he be so rewarded for the little work he did? But after hearing what the shopkeeper said, it was not too much. If he went to the hospital to find a job, the treatment would be good. If he was placed in the tea shop, he would not be hungry at most.

Because the helper's family died, he saved up a savings in a few months - it was said that the savings were only thirty or forty dollars, and more than a dozen cake sticks - it didn't matter if the shopkeeper deducted his wages. Anyway, the helper didn't care much about food and accommodation.

The shopkeeper smiled and shook his head when he saw it.

The settlement wages were not deducted this day.

Inside and outside the tea shop, passers-by were whispering, and sometimes they could hear the sound of laughter and teasing, and the air was filled with a breath of joy. At the same time, the middle-aged man walked through a bumpy, rugged and muddy road and was stunned.

Nothing else-

The road ahead is too wide and flat.

He almost thought he had hallucinations.

I was reluctant to step on it.

Look left and right, and finally took a secret step in the old mule with a light arch. This path extends to the end of your sight and can accommodate three chariots running side by side! The road is completely opposite to the previous dog chewing.

The road is easy and the pace is fast.

Less than half an hour after leaving, I saw a regular field.

The middle-aged man was stunned again.

Looking around, the corn in the field almost turned into golden waves. Each plant was full of heavy fruits, and each plant was forced to bend over. When the wind blew, it seemed that it could fall to the ground at any time. He was also a good farmer. He also had two acres of thin fields at home, but after a year of farming, he could only let his family get enough water in the years...

These are things he never saw before in his dreams.

I heard from some old people in the village.

If there are good fields and good weather in a good year, you may be able to compare the yield per mu with what you are in front of you.

"What to look at, what to look at?"

Perhaps he had been staying for too long and had never seen the world, looking around was too suspicious. The tenant farmer who was working in the fields instantly made a bell, pointing at him with a hatchet on his shoulder pole and scolding him loudly. He was misunderstood by the common people as a thief...

The middle-aged man only explained clearly after he tried to persuade him.

Several tenant farmers then calmed down.

The middle-aged man said a few auspicious words to celebrate the harvest, which made people feel very comfortable and pleased him. Some people even wanted to give him a pair of half-old straw sandals.

The middle-aged man was a little confused.

He has heard of He Yin.

Apart from being poor, there is poverty, poor mountains and rivers are bad.

It is said that no matter how good the grain is, it will reduce its yield here.

When refugees flee, they must avoid this place so that they will not be able to get food and will be arrested by local unscrupulous people to eat.

Now, it's not the case.

I wonder why the gap between rumors and reality is so big!

When everyone started chatting, the middle-aged man asked for the secrets of farming with shamelessness, and saw someone wavering.

"Where is this thing?"

"It's all for Shen Jun's blessing!"

"Those here are nothing. You can go to Fu Gu to see what a 'harvest' means. Oh, I'm very greedy."

"Fu Gu's field is called fat..."
To be continued...