The night sky was full of goose feathers and snow, and this fourteen-year-old orphan was covered in a good cloth, curled up in a hole in the street, and it was hard to come to a dog, he wanted to hold it for warmth, but the dog took the only piece of wheat bread in his arms, and he cried desperately in the sky....
Chen Liuzi is an orphan, his parents died since childhood, leaving him alone in this world.
But everyone has to eat, but he is still young, where to earn this meal? We had to beg everywhere, and if we could get it, we could only go hungry.
An old man with a curtain in a rice shop saw that he was pitiful and gave him a bowl of leftover rice when there were no guests, and Chen Liuzi vowed to give him a golden treasure when he grew up and developed.
The old man said that he spoke children's words, Chen Liuzi said that he had heard books, and Zhu Yuanzhang was also from the place of asking for food, so he did not believe that Chen Liuzi would want food for a lifetime.
There is food in the stomach, but where to live? The old man himself was also sent to the fence, could not help him, Chen Liuzi had to live on the street, the kind old man was not at ease, repeatedly told him not to fall asleep.
Before leaving, the old man stuffed him with a piece of bread.
He didn't have a good cloth, the snowy night had to shrink in a broken cellar, he couldn't take care of his head, he was so cold that he couldn't put his head into the cavity, the snow was vast, there was no one on the street, it was hard to come to a big yellow dog, he wanted to hold the dog for warmth, but he didn't expect the dog to take away the only piece of cake left in his arms.
This is to kill Chen Liuzi, he was so angry that he sat on his feet in the snow and cried, like a child who had been wronged to find his mother, but in addition to the snowflakes in the sky, the north wind that whistled, it looked like there was no end in sight of the night, where there was a mother...
He cried and cried tired, and fell asleep in the snow. "Can't sleep, six sons!" As if the old man's voice sounded in his ears, he woke up in a panic.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and this is to force him, a desperate orphan, to a dead end! This aroused his arrogance and stubbornness, God wants me to die, I am not dead!
He was screaming in the snow, running, resisting the bone-chilling cold, he could not sleep, the northern winter outdoors, as soon as he fell asleep, he might never wake up again....
The red sun finally came out, the sun sprinkled on a child in the doorway, he was exhausted, holding out until dawn Chen Liuzi, at this time he could not hold on any longer, paralyzed, up and down eyelids straight to fight, and finally two eyes closed, he did not know anything...
By the time he woke up, he was already lying on a hot kang. A kind woman with a bowl of soup looked at him with pity in her eyes
"Mom? Isn't this a dream, am I dead? “
He fixed his mind, and the image of his mother disappeared in front of him, a woman he did not recognize.
"Boy, drink it." The smell of chicken soup came over his nose, and he swallowed his saliva and hesitated.
"Drink, child," a middle-aged man who looked like a treasurer gently advised.
Liuzi no longer hesitated, took the bowl and drank it in one breath, not a drop left.
"Daddy, Ma'am!" After drinking, he lay on the kang and kowtowed to the middle-aged couple.
This woman almost did not call out the tears of the middle-aged woman, and the middle-aged man's nose was also sour.
They were among men, childless, with only one daughter, and how much they wanted a son.
"Father, mother, you will accept me, from now on, I am your son, I am not sick, I have the strength, I can help you work..." The sixth son begged eagerly.
"Don't be busy, kid, you really don't have anyone in your house?" The middle-aged man in the shape of a treasurer wiped his tears and asked.
"My parents died a long time ago, and I'm alone."
"How old are you?"
"Fourteen."
"What's your name?"
"I don't have a name, my mother said that she gave birth to me six pounds, so she named chen liuzi."
The treasurer carefully looked at the child again, although the face was dishes, the bones were thin, but the facial features were upright and open, especially there was a stubborn and indomitable atmosphere in his eyes, and he was a child who knew how to understand the courtesy and grace of the move he had just made, and he nodded.
"You have to have a big name." He got up and paced a few steps and looked at him again.
"In this way, you will be called Chen Shouting in the future."
"Oh, thank you Dad." He prostrated his head on the kang again.
The treasurer smiled happily. ......
Since then, Zhou Village, the hometown of dyeing and weaving, is destined to be dyed with the name of Chen Shouting with a colorful legend...
