That Wei Taiqiang knew that Tu Tuqiao had his own e-sports tour, and that Wei Taiqiang was very annoyed, but he didn't have any good countermeasures for the time being.

So, that Wei Taiqiang can only use the coolest esports equipment for his esports players, and he also provides a lot of esports mobile phones and esports competition computers.

That Tu Tuqiao and Cao Jiao's e-sports competition is in full swing, but that Wei Taiqiang is the first to engage in this e-sports competition after all, so in the minds of many people, they are authentic e-sports tournaments.

Moreover, that Wei Taiqiang divided the e-sports player into the amateur group and the professional group, and they also provided many lucrative prizes.

When those who participated in Wei Taiqiang's e-sports competition were able to bring back that brand-new e-sports computer or mobile phone, those people chose Wei Taiqiang's e-sports competition.

It's hard to know what to use to make ends meet every day! Cao Jiao sometimes sat under the fence and nibbled on a turnip, or nibbled on a carrot, or leaned over to peel one

a filthy cabbage; Sometimes he carried a bucket of water to a place; sometimes

Make a fire under a clay pot, take a few pieces of black goey from your bosom and put them in

go in the pot; Sometimes in their own storage room they use a piece of wood to knock and nail it,

Make a shelf for bread. He did all this quietly, as if it were a secret

Secret: He walked into the gloomy gates. Nearby water carriers carried large buckets of water and went in and out all day, splashing water out of the buckets and spilling on the stone road. Beneath the thick brick walls, the gates were always wet and even very shady in summer. Therefore, melon sellers often place melons and fruits on stones, so that the cut melons and fruits can absorb the moisture and coolness. Because the season is still early, there are no melons for sale, but some baskets of small, hard green peaches are placed on both sides, and the peaches are sold and shouting: "The first fresh peaches of spring, the first fresh peaches!" Buy peaches, eat this peach, the poisonous gas accumulated in the stomach in the winter will be gone, and the corpse Tuqiao said to himself: "If she likes green peaches, I will buy some for her when she comes back." He couldn't imagine that when he came back and walked through the gates, a woman would walk behind him.

He turned right inside the city gate, and soon came to "Shaved Street". Before him, there were hardly any people who had gone into the city so early, except for a few peasants who had picked up vegetables the night before, who wanted to sell them at the morning market and rush back to work in the fields. They had shinded and cowered and slept beside the basket, but now the basket at their feet was empty. Tu Tuqiao avoided them, lest anyone would recognize him, because he didn't want people to make fun of him on this day. Throughout the street, a long line of shavers stood behind their shavers, and Tutuqiao walked to the farthest one, sat down on a stool, and grimaced at the shaver next to him, who could not help laughing. Tu Tuqiao saw that he was being ridiculed by others, and he had a certain indescribable mood, feeling that he was inferior to these city people; He was always like that, even if they were nothing more than shavers, the lowest of the class. So he hurriedly said, "Whatever you want, whatever you want," and then he asked the shaver to soap, rub and shave. After all, the head shaving master was quite generous, he didn't charge extra money, and skillfully beat his shoulders and back for him, loosening his muscles. When he shaved Tu Tuqiao's forehead, he commented: "This is not an ugly peasant with a shaved head." It is fashionable to cut off the braids. ”

His razor scraped the hair ring on the top of Tu Tuqiao's head, and Tu Tuqiao couldn't help but shout: "I didn't ask my dad if I can cut off the braids!" So the shaver laughed and shaved the edge of his hair on the top of his head.

After shaving his head, when he counted the money into the wrinkled and wet hands of the shaving master, Tu Tuqiao felt scared for a while. So much money! But when he returned to the street, the breeze was blowing on his scalp, and he said to himself, "Just once." ”

Then he went to the market, bought two catties of pork, watched the butcher wrap the meat with dried lotus leaves, and then he hesitated for a moment and bought another six taels of beef. After everything was bought, even including two squares of fresh tofu that shivered on the shelves like meat jelly, he walked to a candle shop and bought two streams of incense from there. Then, he walked towards the Huang family compound with a shy mood.

As soon as he arrived at the door of Huang's house, he panicked. How did he come here alone? He should have asked his father, his uncle, or even his nearest neighbor, Lao Qin, to come with him. He had never been to a rich man's house before. He stood at the gate and watched for a long time. The door was tightly shut, and the two large wooden doors were painted black, and the sides were framed with iron sheets, nailed with iron nails, and they were closed together. Two stone lions, one on each side, stood guard at the door. In addition, there is not a single one. He turned and walked away. It's impossible.

He felt a little dizzy. He's going to buy something to eat first. He hadn't eaten a little and forgot to eat. He walked into a small restaurant on the street, placed two copper coins on the table, and sat down. A filthy, shiny black apron walked up to him and shouted to him, "Two bowls of noodles!" When the noodles were served, he picked the noodles into his mouth with bamboo chopsticks and swallowed them greedily, while the cousin stood, turning the copper plate with his thumb and forefinger.

"Do you want more?" The cousin asked indifferently.

Tu Tuqiao shook his head. He sat up straight and looked around. In this small, crowded room with a dark table, there was not a single person he knew. Only a few people sat to eat or drink tea. It was a place for the poor to eat, and among those people he seemed clean and tidy, and he could not remember anything afterwards. With a fever on his face, he lowered his head, and walked through one courtyard after another, only to hear voices shouting in front of him, and laughter in all directions. He seemed to have walked through nearly a hundred courtyards, and suddenly, the janitor stopped shouting, and silently pushed him into a small hall. He stood there alone, and the janitor went inside, and after a while he turned back and said; "The old lady told you to meet her."

Tu Tuqiao was about to go forward, but the janitor stopped him again, and shouted in disgust, "You can't go to a noble lady with a basket of pork and tofu on your arm!" How do you bow down? ”

"Yes," Tu Tuqiao said excitedly. But he did not dare to put the basket down, lest something in the basket might be stolen. He would not have thought that not everyone in the world wanted these things: two catties of pork, six taels of beef and a small pond fish. The janitor, seeing his concern, exclaimed with great contempt: "In such a house, we feed this meat to the dogs!" He grabbed the basket and put it behind the door, pushing the tutu bridge forward.

They walked through a long narrow corridor with intricately carved pillars, and then they entered a hall that had never been seen before. The hall was so wide and tall that twenty of his own houses could not be seen in it. He looked up in amazement at the thick carved beams on it, and almost tripped on the high steps of the doorway, but fortunately the janitor grabbed him by the arm and cried out, "Do you want to kowtow so politely in front of the old lady?" ”

Tu Tuqiao was very ashamed, he fixed his mind, looked ahead, and on a pedestal in the center of the room, he saw an old lady, small in a glittering pearl-gray satin dress, and a burning smoking gun on a low stool beside her. She looked at him with small, sharp black eyes. On her thin, wrinkled face, her eyes were sunken and sharp, like monkey's eyes. The skin of the hand that held the head of the cigarette was wrapped around her slender bones, sleek and yellow, like the gilding of a man's body. Tutu Bridge knelt down and hit his head on the tiled floor.

"Let him get up," said the old lady majestically to the janitor, "and there is no need for such a great salute. Did he come to pick up the woman? ”

"Yes, Mrs. Tai." The janitor replied.

"Why didn't he say it himself?" The old lady asked. "If only there was a side door," he whispered. She thought for a moment and nodded, as if she didn't immediately understand what he was saying. Then she led the way through a small courtyard that was not used, which was overgrown with weeds and the pool was dry; There was also a crooked pine tree in the yard, and under it there was an old round door, and she pulled the latch, and they walked through it into the street.

Once or twice he looked back at her. She followed him, her untangled feet steady, as if she had been following him all her life. There was no expression on her broad face. At the city gate, he paused with some hesitation, groped for the rest of his brass plate with one hand at his waist, and held the box on his shoulder steady with the other. He took out two copper plates and bought six small green peaches.

"Take these peaches and eat them yourself." He said in a gruff voice.

She greedily grabbed the peaches like a child, held them in her palm, and said nothing. As they walked along the ridges of the paddy fields, he looked at her again,

"He's a fool, Mrs. Tai." The janitor said, twisting the long hair on his black mole. The dragon sat and smoked, thinking about the foreign money on the table just now. The money came from the fields, and it came from the land where he ploughed and worked. He lives off his land; He relied on a drop of sweat to get grain from the land, and foreign money from grain. Before that, every time he took out foreign money and gave it to others, it was like cutting off his flesh and giving it away. But now, for the first time, I don't feel sorry to give money like this. He didn't see the money fall into the hands of strange merchants in the city; He saw that the money had become something of value even more than the money itself, and that he wore clothes on his son. He was a strange woman, a woman who only worked and didn't speak, and it seemed as if she didn't know anything, but she was the first to see a child dressed like this!

She refused to let anyone stay with her when she gave birth. It was late in the evening, and the sun had just set. She was working with him in the ripe fields. After the wheat was ripe and cut, the field put water and inserted the rice seedlings, and now the rice should be cut, and the ears of rice are ripe, and the rice grains are very full due to the summer rain and the warm sunshine in early autumn. They harvested the rice together throughout the day, bending down and cutting off handfuls of rice with a short, large scythe. Since she had a big belly and was barely bent over, she cut much slower than his, and they pulled back and forth, his ridge in front and hers in the back. From noon to afternoon to evening, she cut more and more slowly, and he turned his head to look at her unhappily. She stopped, then stood up and threw the scythe to the ground. New sweat broke down her face, a new sweat of pain. The wheat seeds in the fields sprouted, and a tender new green arched over the moist brown earth. At such times, people visit each other's doors, because every farmer feels that as long as it rains, their crops will be irrigated, and they will not have to carry water with a flat pole and go back and forth to bend their waists. They gather here or that in the morning, eat tea here or there, barefoot, with oil-paper umbrellas, walking through the field paths, and walking from house to house. Thrifty women stayed at home, making shoes or mending clothes, thinking about making some preparations for the New Year.

But Tu Tuqiao and his wife don't visit the house often. In this village of small scattered houses, none of them are as warm and wealthy as theirs, and Tu Tuqiao feels that if he gets too close to others, others will lend them to him. The New Year is coming, and who has the money they need to buy new clothes and goods? He stayed at home, and while the woman was sewing and mending clothes, he took out a bamboo rake to inspect it, and where the rope was broken, he connected it with a new rope made of hemp that he had grown, and when the rake teeth were broken, he deftly repaired it with a piece of new bamboo.

He repaired farm implements, and his wife, Alain, repaired things used in the house. If a clay pot leaks, she doesn't throw it aside and shout to buy a new one, like other women. Instead, she mixed the clay and clay into mud, patched up the cracks, and slowly burned them with fire, until they became as good as new.

So they sat at home, happy with each other's tacit understanding, and though they didn't talk much, they just said something like this: "Have you saved the big pumpkin seeds you planted?" Or, "Let's sell the straw and burn the bean leaves in the stove." Alternatively, Tu Tuqiao might occasionally say, "This noodle is well done," while Alain would reply, "This is the wheat we harvested in our field this year."

In this good year, Tu Tuqiao received more silver dollars from his harvest than they needed, and he had more money in hand, which he did not dare to carry with him in his waist, and he did not dare to tell anyone how much he had except his woman. They plotted where to put the silver dollars, and finally the woman cleverly dug a small hole in the inner wall behind the bed in their house, and Tu Tu Qiao shoved the silver dollars into the hole, and then she plastered the hole with a ball of mud so that it looked like there was no sign of digging at all, but this made Tu Tu Qiao and Alain both feel that they were hiding a fortune. Tu Tuqiao knew that he had extra money, and when he walked among his accomplices, he felt happy and comfortable with everything.