Fuzhou Hailing Bay Mouth Salt Farm.

This salt farm is the largest in Hailing, in the whole Fuzhou is also ranked in the top three large-scale salt farms, there are tens of thousands of salt workers, plus family members, there are 50,000 or 60,000 people, a large number of people form a market town in Wankou, but outsiders passing by here only need a glance, you can see the poverty here, in addition to a few official offices are red bricks and green tiles, quite exquisite, most of them are some simple thatched sheds, layer by row, densely crowded together, only a narrow passage of no more than two meters wide is left between houses, the whole settlement area, The sewage flows sideways, its smell is incomparable, and the living environment is extremely bad. The bare-bottomed dolls ran happily through the narrow alley barefoot, and the sewage splashed from their feet fell into the pots of the women who were preparing dinner nearby, causing a burst of angry scolding.

The teenager doesn't know the taste of sorrow, these dolls naturally don't know, even if the food is soiled by sewage, their parents are reluctant to throw it away, even if they smell the smell inside when eating, they can only sigh, pinch their noses and swallow it, there is no overnight food at home, it is the most appropriate to describe them.

Meat is very rare, except for the New Year, no one can afford to eat pork, let alone cattle and sheep, white flour buns are occasional, but that is also for the men who are struggling in the salt pans, women, the elderly and children, more often can only eat black buns mixed with wild vegetables and bran, even so, in a year, there are always many months, they have to starve, in order to save a little food so that the men who are desperate outside can eat a little more.

In the past, they could barely get by, but a typhoon a month ago put the people here in a desperate situation, the storm destroyed the homes they relied on for survival, and the former habitat became a ruin, and they could only erect some simpler shacks, struggling to wait for the government's relief, and it was difficult to see the smoke rising from the meal. More people describe the withered shackles, looking at the neat salt pans in the distance, where the production capacity is said to be making money, but none of them belong to them.

But more than a month has passed, and there is still no hope for relief from the government, and the people here are on the verge of life and death, and a dangerous aura is slowly accumulating and spreading. Like the clouds in the sky, the black pressure is so heavy that it seems that it may crush down at any moment and crush everything to pieces.

Today, there is not a single man working in the salt pans, everyone is waiting on the ruins, guarding their families, as if hoping for something to happen.

There was the sound of horses' hooves banging on the road and the neat footsteps, but no one paid attention to the official who was rushing here, and everyone sat silently in their shacks.

Kong Qingdong was very angry, very angry, as the head of the Wankou salt factory, his task was to produce enough salt for Xiang Dashuai, but a damn typhoon a month ago, so that his share of this month's production was already greatly insufficient, which was enough to make him sad, and his subordinates reported today that the salt workers went on strike, and no one went to the salt field to dry salt, which made him even more angry, these damn poor ghosts, mud legs, it seems that they don't want to live.

Without much thought, he took dozens of soldiers from the salt works and ran straight here, he wanted to teach these poor ghosts how to do things with knives and guns.

In the past, he was sincerely frightened to see him, and respectfully called the poor ghosts of the lord seemed to be evil today, no one paid attention to him, occasionally a person looked at him, that cold gaze made people rash, Sun Qingdong was completely enraged by their neglect, he jumped off the horse, carefully looking for a slightly dry place to step on his feet, so as not to let the pair of official boots that had just been customized from Huai'an under his feet be dirty, holding the placket of the official uniform in one hand, and holding the horsewhip tightly with the other hand, he passed through the crowd with a tiger's eye. The soldiers behind him followed him closely.

"Xiong Dewu, why don't you go to the dry river?" Kong Qingdong poked the chest of a man with his bare arms and crisscrossed scars. He was the foreman of a salt pan in the Wankou Salt Works.

Xiong Dewu's eyes flashed with a hint of fear, but as soon as he lowered his head, he saw his wife and son who were as thin as a bamboo pole behind him, and his chest stood up again: "My lord, it's not that we don't want to work, but we're so hungry that we really don't have the strength, a few days ago, my family ran out of food, and in the past two days, the wild vegetables around here have been dug up, my lord, if we don't give us help, we will starve to death here." ”

Someone got up, and the venue immediately became lively, shouting: "Yes, they are about to starve to death, how can they work?" ”

"We men can still survive for a few days, what should we do with these old women and children, we can't watch starvation to death, my lord, please send some food first!"

Seeing the hungry green faces coming up, Kong Qingdong took a step back with some fear, but accidentally stepped into a cloud of sludge, and with a bang, a new shoe immediately became unshaped, Kong Qingdong was furious, raised his hand and whipped it down hatefully: "Do you die, do you want to die!" Do you know the rules and discipline of the commander, if you can't pay enough salt at the end of the month, you will not be hungry, but you will never be able to eat. Want to lose your head? ”

With a whip down, Xiong Dewu**'s body suddenly had a blood mark, Xiong Dewu's body twitched in pain, and the mother-in-law and baby behind him were also frightened and cried.

"No hitting!" I don't know who howled in the crowd, and suddenly the crowd echoed, and the roars were mixed with the cries of women and children, and the scene suddenly became a mess.

Sun Qingdong sneered and looked at Xiong Dewu standing in front of him, opened his arm, and the whip rained down with the whirring sound of the wind, and the man's body was immediately covered with blood. Xiong Dewu clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and stubbornly stood motionless.

"Don't hit my dad!" The boy behind Xiong Dewu suddenly screamed, and as soon as he lowered his head, he rushed out from behind him, and hit Kong Qingdong's lower abdomen with a bang, and with a bang, Sun Qingdong, who was defenseless at all, directly hit a butt pier and sat in the sewage on the ground. The new robes were splashed with mud, the hats were crooked, and the hands were pressed on the ground, but they grabbed two handfuls of feces, which was extremely smelly.

Seeing the embarrassed appearance of the official who was usually high, everyone burst into laughter. Kong Qingdong's face turned green, and he screamed: "You dare to attack the official!" A spear snatched from the hand of one of the soldiers who came to help him, and without thinking about it, he stabbed at the boy in front of him with a bare ass and two snots.

"Don't!" Xiong Dewu's mother-in-law screamed, pounced on her son at an unimaginable speed, pushed her son away, and the spear stabbed through her lower abdomen, and the boy fell to the ground, and the blood gushing out of his mother's body splattered all over his body. Kong Qingdong, who was sitting on the ground, also had blood splashed on his face, and seemed to be in a daze, the spear was inserted into the woman's body, but it was not withdrawn, the woman turned her head with difficulty, and glanced at the man behind her with nostalgia, her head tilted, and there was no sound at all.

Kong Qingdong reacted at this time, and as soon as he drew the gun in a panic, the woman immediately fell to the ground.

"Susu!" Xiong Dewu screamed, fell to the ground, hugged the fallen woman, the boy got up, grabbed the woman's hand hanging on the ground with both hands, and cried hissedly: "Mother, mother, what's wrong with you!" ”

"It's dead, the government has killed someone!" Screams rang out from the crowd, and the earth-shattering news quickly spread through the crowd, and more and more people flocked to this side.

"Master Kong, let's go!" A soldier saw that the situation was not good, and the crowd surrounding him could break out at any time.

Kong Qingdong stood up, dusted off his robe, wiped his face again, raised his horsewhip, and pointed at everyone: "See, see, this is the fate of the attacking officer, the official told you, if you don't work in the fields today, tomorrow, you will all have to end up like this." The whip flicked a few times in the air, then turned and walked out, to be honest, he was very panicked now, but he could not lose his prestige in front of this group of untouchables, and once he lost the prestige of the officials, the people here might immediately tear him to pieces.

Kong Qingdong turned around and left, but he didn't expect that behind him, Xiong Dewu had slowly stood up, staring at Kong Qingdong's back with red eyes.

"The official house raised by the son of a bitch, if you don't let me live, I'll let you die first!" Once this thought arose, it sprung up and could not be stopped, Xiong Dewu walked towards Kong Qingdong step by step.

The surrounding salt workers saw Xiong Dewu's movements, they all held their breath, the noisy scene suddenly quieted down, as if they sensed something wrong, Kong Qingdong and his guards found that something was wrong, just the moment they turned around, Kong Qingdong saw a huge black shadow rushing towards him, followed by his head seemed to be clamped by iron tongs, and only heard a sound in his ears, and he lost consciousness.

Xiong Dewu pounced, Xiong Dewu twisted Kong Qingdong's neck, and Xiong Dewu trampled the noble official under his feet like a dead dog. At this time, both the soldiers and the salt workers opened their mouths wide and lost the function of speech. Only Xiong Dewu looked up to the sky and howled, like a wounded lone wolf.

"He killed Master Kong, catch him!" It was only after a while that one of the guards reacted and shouted. Several soldiers immediately pounced with their guns.

"Give me death!" Xiong Dewu howled, snatched the saber from the hand of a soldier in the front, and swung it wildly to pounce, but these soldiers were pampered and pampered, and they were really desperate to fight, there was the opponent of this crazy man, more than a dozen people were actually killed by Xiong Dewu and hid everywhere, and if he was not careful, he was split by Xiong Dewu again.

"Kill them!" Someone in the crowd shouted, "Kong Qingdong died with us, and none of us can please him, so kill all these dogs!" ”

I don't know who was the first to jump out, anyway, in an instant, the scene was out of control, countless of my salt workers rushed out, before the tea time, when the fresh clothes were angry, the arrogant Kong Qingdong and dozens of guard soldiers became lifeless corpses in the mud, and the salt workers who killed all the soldiers looked at me, I looked at you, looking at each other, at this time, fear came to their hearts.

Only Xiong Dewu hugged his wife's corpse and cried.

(To be continued)