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As soon as we entered the courtyard, we were immediately choked by a cloud of smoke. The smoke came out from the middle room, which could be described as rolling. At the same time, coughing sounds could be heard coming from inside the room. It was obvious that the middle room was the boiler room (also known as the kitchen). At dinner time, the old man was cooking with a fire in his hand.

"Dad, I'm back!" Leng Wuzui shouted as he carried a huge bag of items to the courtyard.

Inside the house, he coughed for a while, as if he had caught his breath, and asked while trembling, "Has San Wazi returned? Is it a third child? "

"Dad, it's me. Why are you making such a big cigarette? Hurry up and come out to take a breath!"

Leng Wuzui hurriedly passed the items to me before going in to help the old man out, "Why is there such a big cigarette?"

The old man touched his tears and exhaled deeply, "Aiyo, I almost lost my breath. I don't know how I did it (what happened), I just can't let the smoke out."

"Could it be that the smoke pipe (chimney) has been blocked? Should I rinse it with water?"

"I can't. The heavens are doing this right now. Besides, this pot of pot hasn't even been built for three months, how can it be blocked!"

Water for the chimney is also called the chimney sweep, which is the way to clean the chimney, usually before the new year at the end of the year, because a year's worth of soot and soot are all around the chimney, making the passage smaller and affecting the smoke to escape. The usual way of handling this was to flush a few buckets of water down the top of the chimney to prevent the smoke from spreading everywhere. When it was almost done, he would tie a broom to one end of a long bamboo pole, stir it in the chimney, and brush it. Finally, he would rinse it with water once more, and when the water was dry, he would finish sweeping the chimney. However, the old man was making sense today. With a new house and dry weather, how could there not be smoke coming out? Could it be that there was a problem with the cooking pot?

The old man and Leng Wujing walked over. When the old man raised his head and saw the old beggar, he was stunned and said, "Look, I haven't even finished my meal, so I can't give you anything to eat. You should go look elsewhere."

Leng Wuzui laughed and said, "Those two are my friends, I'm fine."

I was very pleased that Leng Wuzui could say that. I didn't know if he really considered me as a friend or if he was afraid that I said that deliberately out of embarrassment. If he were to say, "This is one of my employees," I really wouldn't be able to keep my face. After all, our ages aren't too far apart and they've already made some achievements, but I can only work for him.

I looked at the old beggar. He was fine, and now he was looking up at the roof. I thought to myself, Old beggar, you are so generous, your skin is too thick!

"There's a problem, there really is a problem." The old beggar said to himself, and then asked the old man in a low voice, "Is your cooking pot really that good?"

The old tutor was stunned for a moment. Looking at his expression, he seemed to be surprised. That meant, how did you know? However, I focused on the first sentence he said, because once I knew where the problem was, whether I ate the food later or not would no longer be a problem. Thus, I hastily asked, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, I can't see it now. It has to be night!"

"I didn't realize that you were still spouting nonsense!"

"I'm not in this line of work, so my knowledge is limited. I just vaguely feel that there's a problem!"

Here I would like to say what is called eating fire. I don't know if the word 'eating fire' means anywhere else, but what it means to us is that the bottom of the pot consumes firewood very quickly, but the pot is not hot yet, and the water in the pot is very difficult to boil. Or in other words, the same bundle of firewood, someone else's stove can boil a few pots of water, while yours can only boil one pot at most. In this situation, it is said that the fire was eaten, but in the end, there is no clear explanation as to who was eating it. However, I believe that since it was spread like this, there must be a reason for it. Any rumor or legend would definitely have a source. There would definitely be a prototype, so there definitely wouldn't be any groundless rumors.

In fact, this kind of eating of the fire can also be explained by the structure of the stove, that is, the opening of the chimney is too big, and the stove hall is too small, so that the fire is directly pulled back by the negative pressure and out of the chimney, which would be even more serious if the multiple stoves shared a chimney. But the problem now was that the old man's chimney hardly smoked at all, which meant that there was no negative pressure and the fire had not been pulled, so what was going on with eating the fire?

I can't think of that, but I can think of the other side of it, the kind of thing that can boil water without burning a lot of wood. I had forgotten which book it was, but it probably meant that an old man got a pot, and that pot was boiling water very fast, and people were puzzled, and eventually they found a set of diagrams carved around the pot, the pictures of four little boys lighting a fire, that is to say, a ghost fireman. Of course this story sounds like a story, but the following is more than just a story. In the fourth part of the Book of Tea, there is a description of the tea-pot, in which there are three boxes: One is about the fish, the other is about the fish, and the third is about the water bug, and the third is about the bird, and the third is about the fish, and the third is about the fish, and the third is about the water bug, and the third is about the fish, and the third is about the water bug. The main wind, away from the main fire, is stuck in the main water. Wind can heat fire, fire can mature water, so prepare its three divinities. "Why draw these three divines on the stove, I think it's worth thinking about.

If I were to think in this direction, I wouldn't be able to say for sure that someone had tampered with the lordmaster's cooking pot.

The old beggar could not explain himself now, and all I could think of was one thought. I still didn't believe in such an evil deed in such a common life, nor in such a strange man, so we didn't take it to heart. Only later on did he find out that there was something strange about the chimney. However, he later realized that he had left it there for now.

Leng Wuzui helped the old man sit down at the entrance to rest. The wind blowing from the alley was indeed very cool. The old beggar and I sat together at the side. When the passersby saw us asking who we were, Leng Wuzui directly said that we were friends, which made me especially touched. Actually, the old beggar should have been moved, but he really acted like he didn't care and just leisurely sat there.

The old man was sixty-two this year. Actually, sixty-two wasn't considered his age right now, but somehow it made him seem especially old. Not only was he old, he was also very thin. There were many deep wrinkles on his face. This meant that he should have been much fatter than he was now. He's sixty-two now, twenty-eight, which means he was thirty-four years old when he got that cold. I don't know why he wanted children so late, but I don't think that's the reason he went out of his way.

The old man sat down for a while before saying, "Third child, you came at the right time. "Your mother misses you. Take some time to burn some paper for her.

My heart thumped, thinking, "Old man, don't make it sound so weird, why does it sound like the old lady isn't dead yet, and you've been living with her all this time? Otherwise, how do you know that the old lady misses her son?"

It was obvious that the Cold Exemplary had also felt it, so he lowered his voice and said, "Dad, what are you talking about? How do you know Mom misses me?"

"She came to me every night while crying, saying that you've been bullied!"

"What?" I cried out at the same time as Leng Wuzui. I thought to myself that the old lady had always been with Leng Wuzui, so why would she come to our house to cause trouble?

"Dad, is what you said true? Don't scare me, are you dreaming?"

"It's not a dream. It's true. Every night, you come and sit by my bed and cry. After crying, you go for a stroll in the courtyard and then you hear the sound of water being drawn into the well."

"Is there any water?"

"I don't know if there are any streams of water coming out, but the next day, there will be a large amount of wetness on the ground around the pressure well. It's like a heavy rain, and the rest of the place is still very dry."

"Aren't you afraid?" I asked.

The old man sighed and said, "What's there to be afraid of? We've lived a lifetime and we all know what's behind it. We're not afraid. I wonder (dialect is the meaning of contemplation) if the old woman is not quite at peace with herself, and you know what is going on in this house, and whether she is worried about you, and cannot be sure that I am left alone in this world to take me away. "I have lived enough, let's go. But you're not married yet …" As he spoke to here, the old man wiped his eyes with his hands, his shoulders heaving as if he was about to cry.

When I heard this, I thought to myself that the old man had already seen through it and wasn't planning on doing it anymore, so I didn't care about the old lady's death and not going to do such a horrible thing. Furthermore, pulling three children from a young age into adulthood was not an easy feat. It was time to enjoy the blessings, so how could he just open his mouth and die without a single word? It would be such a waste for him to live the rest of his life. So I said, "Old man, where are you talking about this? Dreams are just your thoughts. Didn't they say that dreams can only happen at night? In my opinion, you miss your grandma so much that you hallucinate. People live a lifetime, plants and wood a autumn, ants still secretly live, how can we just die like that, don't you think so? "Besides, the children are going to get married soon. It's your turn to be happy, so you shouldn't bring up the word 'dead' all the time. Otherwise, how much of a injustice would you suffer in your life?"

The grandpa looked at me. He probably didn't expect me to say something like this at such a young age. "No, it's better to die than to live." Everyone has said that there are more people than strength, so it's not certain now. Even if I were to leave now, I won't feel at ease if I don't even use my strength in one direction! "

Even though the old man didn't say it out loud, I could already guess a bit. The old man was referring to matters of family discord, but it was hard for him. In that case, the old lady's unwillingness to leave seemed to make sense.

Just as we were chatting, a person came over and said, "Big brother said you're here, I thought you lied to me, but I didn't expect you to actually come. Come, come with me, your sister-in-law is making rice, we'll have a drink later!"

Leng Wuzui stood up immediately and called out second brother. I only started to pay attention to this person after Leng Wuzui called him second brother. The first impression was simple and honest, silly. He looked to be in his mid-thirties and was dressed very simply. After seeing me and the old beggar, he gave a silly smile, appearing very restrained. His name seems to be Cold Reform, because I don't remember it clearly over time, but I remember his nickname very clearly. He's an old fool, and I can tell what kind of person he is just by hearing his name.