MTL - Unemployed at the Beginning, I Let the Singer Come Back-Chapter 437 travelling guideline

  Chapter 437 Travel strategy

   Angler Air Force is impossible Air Force.

  Since you can’t catch any fish, take a bucket and go to the beach to pick them up.

  It's a pity that I didn't bring salt, otherwise I could "persuade me with good salt" the razor king.

but-

does not matter.

   You should be able to pick up the cat's eye snails in Wosha, right?

Then-

  Jiang Yang was disappointed.

  This beach is not very hospitable, so he picked up some shells.

   As for digging, he didn't bring any tools, and he didn't know how to dig.

   Still, there is something closer to the water.

  He saw a little boy carrying a bucket over there, picking up a lot of things, and throwing some things into the sea from time to time.

  Jiang Yang walked over there, then stopped.

   Going forward is a pile of rocks.

  The stones in this pile of rocks are sharp, and I don't know which stone is alive. Li Qingning told him not to let him cross.

  Jiang Yang didn't go there, just watched the kid throw a crab into the sea.

   "Why did you lose it?"

  The little boy looked back at Jiang Yang, "It's too young, let them go back to find their mother."

The little boy looked up at the sun again, checked the time, and returned to the shore, but because the bucket was too heavy, he staggered a bit when he passed the rock pile. Although he stabilized his body quickly, he still When holding the hand, I scratched it.

  Jiang Yang asked: "Are you all right?"

  The little boy looked at the wound, it was bleeding, but fortunately the wound was not deep, "It's okay."

  Jiang Yang carefully helped him carry the bucket over, and after walking out of the pile of rocks, reminded him: "Be sure to treat the wound when you go back."

"Um."

  The little boy responded.

  Jiang Yang looked at his barrel again, it was a burst barrel, and there were a lot of good things in it.

  Jiang Yang looked at his barrel again, there were only a few shells.

  The little boy saw it too.

   At this moment, Li Qingning came over with the fishing gear and greeted Jiang Yang to go home.

  The tide is about to rise, and it will be dangerous to stay on the beach any longer.

.

  This wild beach is quite dangerous. Locals basically don’t come here to play, and only children come here.

"good."

  Jiang Yang agreed.

  He lowered his head and said to the little boy, "Let me help you."

   This bucket is a bit heavy for the little boy.

  He handed his bucket to the little boy, and carried the little boy's bucket of harvest onto the road.

   "Where is your home?"

  Jiang Yang wanted to see if it was going well.

"Thanks."

  The little boy was determined not to use it. He put down Jiangyang's bucket, took his own bucket, and took out a flat fish from his own bucket and threw it into Jiangyang's bucket.

   Then, he breathed a sigh of relief, carried his bucket of hemp and slipped away vigorously. After ten steps, he walked slowly with both hands.

   "Remember to treat the wound on your hand!"

  Jiang Yang shouted from behind.

"Do not worry."

  Li Qingning said that these children who grew up by the sea are better than Jiang Yang.

"All right."

  Jiang Yang looked at his barrel, "I'm not an air force."

  Heroes don’t ask where the fish came from, and anglers don’t ask where the fish came from.

   "It's okay."

   Li Qingning and Jiang Yang went back with them. When they got back to the door, Jiang Yang saw the white cat again. He took out the only fish in his bucket and shook it to attract the cat's attention. When the white cat approached, he threw it into the bucket again.

   After the cat lay down, he took it out again.

   It's just that when he repeated the old trick this time, his hand slipped and the fish fell to the ground.

  The white cat moved very quickly, and took it away with one pounce.

"I-"

  Jiang Yang was speechless.

  Li Qingning laughed: "Now it's the Air Force."

  They went home and put away their things, washed up, and it was almost dusk. Li Qingning was lying on the railing on the second floor of the building overlooking the sea, the sky was full of clouds, the fishing boats returned to the port, and the sea breeze was blowing, everything was so peaceful and picturesque.

  Father Li is playing chess with Jiang Yang, cherishing the few opportunities to abuse others.

  Mother Li is reading the script of "The Pianist on the Sea".

  Li Qingning hugged the guitar, turned around in a trance, and saw the long shadows of grandma and grandpa when the setting sun fell on them when they were sitting on the rattan chair and watching the sea.

very nice!

  The next day.

  Mother Li returned to normal, and asked Li Qingning to practice piano early in the morning.

  Jiang Yang also got up early.

   After washing up, he stood at the door and stretched his body watching the port. At this moment, the neighbor's mother-in-law came out and asked Jiang Yang if he had had breakfast. After getting no answer, the mother-in-law waved and asked Jiang Yang to follow her.

  Jiang Yang followed in doubt.

  He entered the mother-in-law's house, but the white cat was not there.

  The yard is very clean, but it looks like the house has been around for a few years. It is estimated that the last time it was renovated was after the wedding that my mother-in-law said. He followed his mother-in-law into the house, and saw her mother-in-law hanging a basket on the beam—

   Probably because the cat would steal it.

  Grandma untied the basket.

  Jiang Yang is tall, holding it firmly, and then saw that the most eye-catching thing in the basket was a box of lotus paste mooncakes.

   Now there are only a few dollars left.

  Jiang Yang suddenly remembered that when he was at home, on the day when his father-in-law and mother-in-law entertained the students during the Mid-Autumn Festival, he ate a piece of lotus seed paste mooncake, but he never ate any after that. This old couple is too unkind, it's fine to hide potato chips, and the lotus paste mooncakes are also hidden.

  The mother-in-law gave Jiang Yang two yuan.

   "Thank you mother-in-law."

  Jiang Yang took over.

   "After eating my mother-in-law's mooncakes, I have to treat Qingning better in the future."

"Um."

  Jiang Yang nodded.

The mother-in-law poured him another glass of water, "Her grandmother is not joking, she is really worried about this child, Qing Ning grew up beside her, she understands this child's temperament, looks independent and strong, but in fact it is like that tempered glass, cracked It breaks at a single seam."

  A person has planned his life very early, knowing what he wants and what he doesn’t want, what suits him and what doesn’t suit him, what the other half he wants, and how to achieve it step by step—

This is good.

  But there are always many accidents in life.

"Um."

  Jiang Yang nodded again.

  Grandma may not know yet, but he is the biggest accident.

Just as Jiang Yang was about to help his mother-in-law hang up the basket, he suddenly saw a book in the corner of the basket. It was very thick. down.

   "Oh, those are the strategies I made for travel back then."

  The mother-in-law took out the book, and before opening it, a few stamps fell out.

  These stamps are famous scenery all over the country.

  Jiang Yang picked it up.

The mother-in-law opened the notebook, and Jiang Yang saw that the guidebook was more exquisite than the current ones. In other words, this is the earliest journal, with stamps, pictures in magazines, posters, and even cut outs from calendars. pictures etc.

  There are postcards, too.

  Jiang Yang read a few photos, most of which were sent by Li Qingning's grandmother to her mother-in-law.

  In addition to the pictures, there are supplementary texts, which include not only what I saw on the radio, TV, and movies, but also what I heard, and most of them were heard from Grandma Qingning.

   In addition, there are hand-drawn drawings to supplement.

   "Good job."

  Jiang Yang sighed sincerely.

   This book and the pictures have turned yellow.

but-

  It is precisely these yellowings that add years to this book, engrave the memory, and hold it in the hand with a heavy weight.

  Jiang Yang flipped carefully, fearing that the pages would be flipped out, as if flipping through a work of art.

  Grandma: "If you like it, take it."

"ah?"

  Jiang Yang was surprised.

  The mother-in-law smiled: "Staying here with me will also accumulate dust. When I die, it will probably be gone."

  The last time her granddaughter dug this book out of the basket, she scattered the contents all over the floor.

   It took her a long time to tidy up.

  Instead of being scattered everywhere in the end, it is better to give it to Jiang Yang who likes it, "Go around these places for your mother-in-law and see if the writing is correct."

"good."

  Jiang Yang nodded.

  He stayed for a while longer, and after the cat came back, he bid farewell to his mother-in-law and went home with his notebook.

  Father Li has already made breakfast.

  After breakfast, Li's mother just asked Li Qingning to practice the piano. Li Qingning said: "Your son-in-law's script is still a little bit worse. You have to go to the boat to find inspiration. Let's go to the boat today and come back in the afternoon."

  Mother Li didn't object when she heard that it was related to the script.

  She kind of hopes that the script will be finished soon.

  (end of this chapter)