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"But there is a family for one person," Wei Taiqiang said in surprise.

"Hmph, what do you know? What do those, you ask? The old man said mockingly, lifting the lid of the wooden pot to see if the water in the pot had been boiled recently. A cloud of heat enveloped him, and his wrinkled face was hidden in the vapor. However, after all, he is kind. As he emerged from the steam, he saw the soldiers coming again, searching the streets where all the men who could do the work had run out. But Wei Taiqiang couldn't see this from where he was crouching.

"Keep your head down," he said to Wei Taiqiang, "and here they go again." ”

He feared being dragged into battle, where not only would his old father and his family stay and starve to death, but he himself might be bled and killed on the battlefield and never see his own land again. He looked at Alain, looking exhausted, and finally he said, "Now I really want to sell this little girl and go back to my hometown in the north." ”

But she pondered for a moment after hearing this, and then said in her expressionless way, "Wait a few days." There's some weird talk out there. ”

However, he stopped going out during the day, and he asked the older children to return the car to the place where they rented it, and at night he went to the store warehouse to pull the cart with goods. Although he could only earn half of the money he used to earn, he would rather spend the night pulling carts full of boxes, each with a dozen or so people, but the people who pulled the carts were still so tired that they made a burst of humming sounds. The boxes were filled with satin, cotton or cigarettes, and the smell of tobacco escaped through the cracks in the wooden boxes. Sometimes there are also vats of oil or vats of wine.

He pulled the rope all night through the dark streets, shirtless, sweaty, and walked with his bare feet slipping and slipping on the stone road that was damp at night. Leading the way in front of them was a child, holding a burning torch, whose face and body glowed like damp stones in the light of the fire. Wei Taiqiang went home before dawn, hungry and tired, until he fell asleep. However, during the day, when the soldiers searched the streets, he could safely sleep behind a pile of hay in the corner of the tent, which Alan had picked up to hide him.

Wei Taiqiang didn't know what war was going on, and he didn't know who was fighting whom. But after some more spring, there was a scene of fear and anxiety everywhere in the city. During the day, horse-drawn carts carrying the rich and their delicate goods, satin clothes and bedding, their beautiful women and their jewels, were carried to the river by boat, and some were pulled to the stations where the trains came and went. Wei Taiqiang never went out on the street during the day, but when his son came back, his eyes opened wide and bright, and he told him aloud: "We see such and such a man, fat and strange, like the Buddha in the temple, with many feet of yellow silk on his body, and a gold ring on his thumb, on which the emerald is like a piece of glass, and his flesh is so bright as if it is oiled, as if it could be eaten!" ”

The eldest son also said: "We saw many chests, and when I asked what they contained, one of them said, 'There are gold and silver treasures in them, but the rich man cannot take them all with him when he leaves, for one day it will be ours.' 'Daddy, what did he mean by that?' The eldest son looked at his father with wide eyes of curiosity.

Wei Taiqiang simply replied, "How do I know what a slacker in the city means?" ”

Dissatisfied, his son cried out, "Ah, if it were ours, I would like to go and fetch it now." I want to eat a piece of pancake. I've never eaten sesame mochi before. ”

When the old man heard this, he looked up from his sleep, and he said to himself like a low hum: "When the harvest is good, we will eat this kind of cake during the Mid-Autumn Festival; Before the sesame seeds were harvested and sold, we kept some of them to make this cake. ”

Wei Taiqiang remembered the kind of cake that Alan used to make in the New Year, which was made with good rice, lard and sugar. He was salivating, but his heart was aching because of the longing for what he had lost.

"As long as we can go back to our homeland." He whispered.

Suddenly, he felt that he could not spend a day in such a tent. He could not even stretch his legs behind the haystack, and at night it was even more unbearable to carry the rope in which he had eaten meat, and to pull the heavy cart on the gravel road, and now he was familiar with every stone in the street, as if every stone were an enemy; He was also familiar with every rut that could avoid the stones, so that he could put in a little less effort. Sometimes, on dark nights, especially when the rainy road was wetter than usual, all the resentment in his heart was concentrated on the stones under his feet, as if they had grasped the inhuman wheels with all their might.

"Ah, how nice those lands are!" He suddenly said loudly, and then began to cry. The child is scared. The old man looked at his son in astonishment, the wrinkles on his face twisting and his sparse beard shaking, like a child's expression when he sees his mother crying.

In the end, it was Alain who opened up in her flat voice: "It won't be long before we see changes." There's a lot of talk about it right now. ”

Wei Taiqiang kept hearing footsteps walking by from the tent where he was lying, which was the footsteps of soldiers rushing to the battlefield. Sometimes he lifted the tent a little and looked out through the cracks, and he saw the feet in leather shoes and leggings marching continuously, one after the other, one after the other, one column after another, and almost thousands of people. At night, when he was pulling the cart, he occasionally saw their faces flash in the darkness in the light of the torches in front of him. He did not dare to ask anything about these soldiers, he just buried himself in the cart, ate in a hurry, slept all day behind the haystack in the tent, and did not speak to anyone in those days. The city is in turmoil, and people rush home and close their doors when they have done what they have to do.

Even their lives are nothing. If the enemy is going to come, let him come, anyway, their situation is not as bad as it is now. But each of them still lives their lives in their own way, and no one openly talks anything about anyone.

Then the manager of the store told the laborers who were pulling the boxes back and forth from the river that they did not have to come again, because there was no one to buy or sell at the counter these days. In this way, Wei Taiqiang had to stay idle in the tent day and night. At first he was happy, because his body had never been rested enough, so he slept like a dead man. However, he did not work and could not earn money, and in a few days he would run out of copper coins that he had left, so he tried desperately to figure out what he could do. At this time, it was as if their bad luck had not been enough, and the porridge shed for poverty relief was closed. Those who had helped the poor with such alms returned to their homes and closed their doors. There was no food, no work, and no one to beg on the streets.

But, as if there was a sudden loud noise, there was silence again. At this time, Alain raised his head and said, "What I heard has now happened. The enemy has broken through the gates and entered. Before anyone could answer her, there was a shout over the city, a boiling voice, at first unclear, like a gale before a rainstorm, and then merged into a low roar, louder and louder, until the streets were full of sound.

Men and women roaring; They are hungry and cold, and they are doing what they want freely at this moment. The door of the rich man's house was opened, and the crowd moved forward like a man. Others who came from behind pushed Wei Taiqiang into the crowd and swarmed him forward whether he wanted it or not, but he didn't know what his wish was, because he was too shocked by what had happened. In this way, Wei Taiqiang was also hugged into the gate, and in the crowded crowd, his feet seemed to be on the ground. The noisy shouts of the people were like angry beasts, roaring incessantly all around.

He was swept from courtyard to courtyard to innermost inner courtyard, but he saw none of the men or women who lived in the house. It seems to be a long-abandoned palace, only the lilies between the rockeries in the garden are still blooming, and the bare branches of the spring flowers are full of small golden flowers. But there was food on the table in the house, and the fire in the kitchen was still burning. The group knew the rich man's house very well, for they crowded through the front yard where the fire and the servants lived, and into the inner courtyard where the old lady lived, with their elegant beds, black-and-red lacquered silk chests, carved tables and chairs, and scrolls hanging on the walls. The group pounced on the belongings and snatched each other of what they had found from each of the newly opened chests, and with the result that clothes, bedding, and curtains were poured from one hand to the other, and what was grasped with each hand was also grasped by the other, and no one would stop to see what they had gotten.

Only Wei Taiqiang didn't take anything in the chaos. He's never taken anything that belongs to anyone else in his life, and he can't do that kind of thing. So, at first he stood in the middle of the crowd and was squeezed around, and then he finally came to his senses and pushed out of the crowd with all his might, and finally to the edge of the crowd. He stood there, and though he was stirred by the tide like a little whirlpool by the pool, he could still understand where he was.

, ready to sneak out and escape. Since Wei Taiqiang has also been avoiding the crowd, he was the only one left in the end, so the two ran into each other.

The dragon shuddered, and even though Wei Taiqiang was unarmed, he cried out loudly as if someone had cut his flesh with a knife. Wei Taiqiang felt strange about this scene and wanted to laugh, but the fat guy knelt on the ground and shouted while kowtowing his head: "Spare my life, spare my life, don't kill me." I'll give you a lot of money! ”

It was the word "money" that made Wei Taiqiang suddenly realize. Money! yes, he needs money! And he clearly felt that a voice was facing him: "Money can save children and land!" ”

Again, the man stretched out his hands full of gold, and whispered, "Now there is nothing left, and I have nothing but my life." He couldn't stop crying, tears streaming down his fat face like droplets.

Seeing him trembling and crying, Wei Taiqiang suddenly hated him, he had never hated anyone like this in his life, so he shouted with full resentment: "Get out, don't let me see you again, otherwise I will trample you to death like stepping on a fat maggot!" ”

Although Wei Taiqiang was so soft-hearted that he didn't even dare to kill a cow, he was now shouting such words. The man ran past him like a dog, and then disappeared.

At this time, only Wei Taiqiang and those gold were left. He hastily took the gold into his bosom, walked out of the Taiping Gate, and walked through the side streets behind him, and returned to his tent. He clung to the gold that still had the warmth of others, and said to himself over and over again, "We will go back to our own land, and tomorrow we will go back to our own land!" ”

Within a few days of fifteen, Wei Taiqiang felt as if he had never left his land, and his heart had indeed never left. He bought good grains from the south, full of wheat, rice, and corn for three pieces of gold, and he didn't care to spend money on seeds that he had never grown before, such as celery, lotus roots to be planted in the pond, large carrots that could be served with pork, and small red fragrant bean pods.

Even before he got home, he bought a ploughing ox from a farmer who was plowing the field for five pieces of gold. When he saw the man ploughing the field, he stopped, and the old man, the child, and his woman, though they were like arrows, stopped. They looked at the ploughing ox. Wei Taiqiang first felt that the cow's neck was thick, and then he immediately saw that its yoke-pulling shoulders were strong and strong, so he exclaimed, "This cow is not very good! How much are you going to sell it for? You see, I have no livestock, and it is difficult for me to walk, and I am willing to buy it at the price you offer. ”

The farmer replied, "I would rather sell my wife than this cow, which is only three years old, and it is the best time." He continued to plow the land and did not stop because of Wei Taiqiang.

At this time, Wei Taiqiang seemed to feel that among all the cattle in the world, he had to buy this one. He said to Alain and his father, "What about this cow?" ”

The old man looked at it and said, "It seems that this is a castrated cow." ”