BOOK-3

1934

Chapter 1934 Can’t throw it away

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And Xiaoshu took his younger brother into the place where Brother Bai said, and he couldn't help it. He also turned around and looked at Brother Bai who was sitting at the table practicing calligraphy and the things on the table.

Don't throw away the inkstone given by your grandfather. To throw it away would be unfilial.

Don't throw away the paperweight given by your aunt, as it would be disrespectful to do so.

There is a food shortage outside, so it is even more impossible to throw away good snacks. It would be unethical to throw them away.

Apart from these few things, there seems to be nothing to throw away. You can't just throw them a table, right?

And first of all, Brother Bai must have such strength first.

As for asking Brother Bai if he has it, he really doesn't have it.

Xiaoshu took his younger brother into the hut. It was not big inside. There was a small table and two chairs. There was also a tea set on the table, and there was a wooden stick on the left hand side. Clothes, and other things.

Walking further inside, there was a collapsed bed with a set of dark quilts on it. It was made of cotton and should be soft and warm. There were also two pillows and two quilts.

Xiaoshu put the snacks on the table and asked his younger brother to sit down. Then he lifted the pot on the table. There was still water in the pot, and the water in the pot was also warm. It turned out that there was a small pot under the pot. The stove, the fire in the stove is lit, and there is a barrel under the table. The thing in the barrel is nothing but a barrel of charcoal.

The small stove on the table is not big, but it is only used to warm water. It can't use a few pieces of charcoal in a day, so a bucket of charcoal can be used for nearly a month.

Xiaoshu remembered this. One year when he worked for the rich man's family, the rich man's family used these charcoals. I heard that these charcoals were very expensive, more expensive than the food they ate.

He held the pot in his hand tightly, then picked up two cups, placed them on the table, filled the cups with water, and then fed a cup of water to his brother.

Xiaomu drank the water obediently, smiling innocently after eating the snacks. Xiaoshu had never seen his brother smile like this for a long time.

"Brother eat."

Xiaomu grabbed a piece of snack with his little hand and stuffed it into Xiaoshu's hand. Xiaoshu put the snack to his mouth and took a bite carefully.

The snacks were delicious, even better than he had imagined, and he had never eaten such delicious snacks in his life.

After they collected their things, Xiaoshu settled his sleeping brother and covered him with quilt. Then he adjusted his clothes and walked out.

He stood in front of Brother Bai, Master, what is Xiaoshu going to do?

"Grind the ink for me."

Brother Bai picked up a water cup and poured some on the inkstone. While grinding the ink, he also taught Xiaoshu.

His movements were slow, and of course he spoke slowly.

In fact, it’s not that difficult. You’ll understand it if you study for a few days.