"Boy, what's your name?" a villager asked the young beggar curiously.
"Ah, I didn't scream!" The beggar looked confused.
"I asked you what your name is." The villager said speechlessly!
"Oh, my name is Li Xiaojun!" Li Xiaojun said to the villagers with a smile.
This young man dressed like a beggar is Li Xiaojun.
Li Xiaojun decided to live here for a while, but he didn't want to go to the city, so he could only dress himself up as a beggar and see if he could find a chance to stay in the countryside and experience rural life.
"Where are you from?"
"Yongzhou."
"Are you alone?"
“My whole family is dead…”
…
Soon, Uncle Zeng brought Li Xiaojun to his home.
This is a somewhat shabby cabin, not big, with only one room, a woodshed, a kitchen, a poultry pen, and a small yard.
"Xiao Lang, this is the dinner I left for myself. Eat it first, and I will make it for myself in the evening."
Uncle Zeng brought a bowl of batter-like food to Li Xiaojun.
"Thank you Uncle Zeng!" Li Xiaojun hurriedly expressed his gratitude.
He didn't hesitate and quickly ate the bowl of batter-like food.
"Xiaolang, how old are you this year?" Uncle Zeng asked Li Xiaojun.
"Twenty-two years old." Li Xiaojun replied.
"Twenty-two years old. Are you married?"
"No!"
Next, Uncle Zeng asked Li Xiaojun many questions, and Li Xiaojun answered them one by one.
"I call you Xiaojun. Xiaojun, where are you going next?" Uncle Zeng asked Li Xiaojun.
Hearing this, Li Xiaojun's eyes showed a confused look.
"I don't know either."
"Xiaojun, why don't you stay here? I'm an old widower with no relatives and two acres of land..."
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