Sunjiazhuang, a dilapidated courtyard in the suburbs of the city, with a plate of stone mills in the yard, with rows of white coarse cloth bags drying on the poles, and several thatched houses behind them.

The old man who bought tofu was named Zhang, and he was known as Tofu Zhang. He made tofu for a lifetime and had no home to buy tofu for a lifetime. Apart from the small donkey cart tied in the backyard, he could only be said to have a barely living life, but even so, he was much better than other ordinary families.

The old man laughed all day long and was very happy. It is said that he had been to private schools for a few days before, and had some knowledge. He made tofu early every day and delivered it to several restaurants and markets. The rest were carried by himself and sold by people from village to village to alleys.

The business today is a waste. I met Guo Xiaohai who was dying at the intersection. The old man hesitated for a while and finally pulled him back first. He was a pretty good young man, but he didn't look like a villain. He couldn't watch him freeze to death on the side of the road.

After filling two bowls of hot tofu, Guo Xiaohai's face finally felt a little warm. The old man covered his cup at home and his fur and torn jacket. He had a good resistance but still had no response. The old man went out again. After a while, he took a doctor with a box back.

The doctor took the pulse and was not seriously injured. He left two bottles of trauma medicine. Zhang Qianen thanked the tofu. Before leaving, he wrapped two pieces of tofu and sent the doctor away.

After all the trouble, it was almost noon outside. Zhang settled the tofu and Guo Xiaohai. Looking at the loads of tofu in the room, he thought that he could not just put it at home, it was stinking.

"Young man, just keep it here and be safe here, don't think about anything. I'll go out and sell these few poles of tofu. We both know that I'm doing this and get some delicious food and drink, right? Haha..."

Guo Xiaohai lay there and looked at him and nodded. "Live, make a happy show, live happily and live a few decades after him, so good..." The old man regained the laughter he had when he first met, comforted him, carried the load, and went out to sell tofu.

Big tears finally fell from Guo Xiaohai's eyes. There are still many good people in the world, and after encountering such a great disaster, this old man brought him the first beam of light and warmth in the world.

Taking a deep breath, Guo Xiaohai wiped away the tears from his mouth, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. He had to think carefully. Faced with this disaster in life and this strange world with unknown future, how should he handle himself and how to survive.

After all, his physical foundation is still there. After being raising himself for three or five days, Guo Xiaohai's injuries have healed most of them. Gradually, he can start to help Lao Sun work.

As time passed, Guo Xiaohai returned to his former strength. Although the body-protecting spiritual energy in his body was no longer as strong as the past, it could not be gathered together, but it was still scattered all over the tendons and veins, plus the tiger's back and bee waist, and his figure was strong. His physique and physique still looked heroic than ordinary young men. Of course, this also gave Guo Xiaohai a glimmer of hope. The spiritual energy was still in his body. Maybe there was still a chance to recover as before in the future?

Tofu Zhang is kind-hearted and is even more life-saving to himself. In addition, the old man has been together for a long time, so the old man is really innocent to him, like a son. Guo Xiaohai is even more grateful, so he worships the old man as his godfather, takes on the work inside and out, and becomes the pillar of this broken family.

However, he still rarely talks. He just works hard every day. After finishing his work, he often sits alone on the stone mill in the yard, or lies on the firewood stack in the backyard, looking at the sky, and seeing it for a long time, I don’t know what he is thinking.

Tofu Zhang loved this godson so much that he naturally saw the clues. Seeing that Guo Xiaohai finished his work and sat on him and started to be stunned, the old man finally couldn't help it, biting the small cigarette pot and sat down next to Guo Xiaohai.

"Son, how do you feel now? Can you adapt?" asked Tofu Zhang, "I think you sit there for most of the day. Do you have any worries? If you have something to do, tell your father, don't be afraid, let's find a way together..."

At this moment, Guo Xiaohai saw that the person sitting beside him seemed to be his father Guo Changgen! Yes, this tone, the kind-hearted and simple look really looked like his father. Guo Xiaohai couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, his nose sore, he quickly turned his head, opened his eyes hard, and held back his tears.

"No, what's wrong," Guo Xiaohai smiled and said, "You have food and drink, and you have godfather. It's okay, it's good."

Tofu Zhang nodded, knowing that he didn't tell the truth, but maybe the pain in his heart was really impossible to say. After pondering for a while, the old man took the pipe pot and said, "Son, I don't know what your past is like and what you have experienced, but there is no old saying, since you come, you can rest assured. In this life, it's just a play. Don't you say it too? God, it's the director you mentioned, and you haven't arranged a good role that is delicious and spicy for us. What can you do? How can you not act? If you act, the director will not let you steal the show, so let's play happily and make a show happily. When there is pain, you think it's just a play and play it. If there is joy, we'll be happy to find happiness. Oh, this is called bringing light and entertaining yourself. God will not care about us, right?

The old man had no big reason and told the story in a leisurely manner. Guo Xiaohai couldn't help but be surprised. He couldn't read a few words about tofu and Zhang, but he actually had such insights, and even said words such as light in later generations.

To make a play happily is this motto that Tofu keeps his mouth on, and his wisdom in dealing with the world. In fact, what kind of wisdom in dealing with the world is, Guo Xiaohai knows that this is just a set of philosophy of dealing with the world that these little people and the grass-roots people have shown in order to protect themselves in troubled times. To put it bluntly, it is also their spiritual anesthetic, which makes them no longer so sensitive or painful to the pain that destiny and the world impose on them.

It is said to be an open-minded mentality, but this is the Aq spirit. Mr. Lu Xun criticized the Aq spirit. He stood from the perspective of national justice, but what can he do for a commoner in a chaotic world? He needs this because he wants to survive and survive. Before no one can enlighten him, they often give birth to such a simple survival philosophy.

"Godfather, I understand. I will not think about anything from now on. I will be here to accompany you, make tofu, sell tofu, and live a good life!" Guo Xiaohai said.

"Oh, that's right. When I save money in the future, my godfather will touch you again and marry you a wife and have two big fat boys. Hey, my wife and children are warm on the bed. By then, my life will be beautiful..." Tofu Zhang patted Guo Xiaohai on the shoulder and was very happy that he had done his son's ideological work.

However, Guo Xiaohai, who has lived a magnificent life in later generations and has experienced countless big scenes, can he really live a happy life like this kind of small peasant?
Chapter completed!