So, at the gate of the north city of Mayi, a circle of strong men gathered around, and the cheers could not be heard.
For these northern men, fighting is as common as eating and drinking.
Because this is a period in Chinese history when the folk customs were the strongest and most martial. What's more, this is a frontier area. For the adult men here, from birth to growing up, if they have not suffered from their father's fists and kicks, they have not followed anyone.
If you ever move your hands, you are not a man at all.
Therefore, Captain Liu, who was alarmed, only looked at the door of the concierge and then withdrew his head again.
By the way, I grabbed the tax collector who wanted to go out and watch the excitement.
He does have good intentions. No matter whether those guys outside are bullying the boy named Li or making fun of him, at this time, it is best for people like the tax collector not to show up.
Maybe those stupid young people will get angry and, regardless of whether you are a tax collector or not, they will still beat you until you cry for father and mother, and then disperse in a hurry, leaving you without knowing where to look for them.
However, it didn't take long for the sound to fade away.
After a while, the wooden door rang several times, and Li Po, who was intact, pushed the door open and slipped in.
With the same smile on his face, he left some firewood for the concierge. When he went out, he pretended to have just discovered it, grabbed Liu Wuchang, deliberately shook the clay pot, and stuffed it into his arms.
He said, "Please worry, I want to take someone out of the city tomorrow."
Wu Zhang Liu was a little surprised at first as to why this guy wasn't beaten by those rough guys, and then he was a little unhappy and started flirting with me, which was so unruly.
But as soon as he heard the noise in the clay pot, he immediately knew it. He couldn't help but squint his eyes and smile, and even patted Li Po on the shoulder as an exception.
"There's no need to talk about this... Well, there will be a replacement here in two days. I'll mention it to them..."
"Thank you very much."
This is human relations, what comes and goes.
To Liu Wu-chang it might just be a casual matter, but to Li Po it was a matter of life and death.
Without going back to the camp to call for help, Li Po even pulled his straps and brought back four loads of firewood.
He was so exhausted that he was sweating all over. He had no choice but to eat too little meat, lacked salt, and had been freezing for the past few days. At this time, after two fights and heavy work, he immediately showed signs of weakness.
It has to be said that he has a good foundation, otherwise he would have been suffering from illness a long time ago.
But he was in a good mood.
Not only did I exercise my muscles and bones today, but I also got some benefits, which can be said to be auspicious.
In the end, several fish were given to those men.
Although the two men who lost the fight were chatting with each other, the others were all in high spirits.
It's winter and there's not much entertainment. I just take this as fun. I guess life will be very difficult for the two guys who gathered here after I go back.
But I'm afraid I'll never have the nerve to go to the city gate to trouble Li Po again.
Back at the thatched cottage, Li Po sat down next to the fire and refused to move any more.
So he told Li Chun to ask people to come here to collect firewood.
There was quite a lot of firewood brought back this time. Even if they got some for each thatched cottage, it would be enough for them to live a warm life for two days.
Li Chun was reluctant, so Li Po slapped him twice on the head.
He did not explain to Li Chun that if everyone in the camp died, the fate of those who survived might not be much better.
Moreover, after inquiring about the situation in several other refugee camps, he suspected that the Mayi government just wanted them, the refugees, to freeze to death in this winter.
Ordinary people would not have such vicious intentions, but if it were applied to an official, Li Po would not be surprised at all.
Of course, this is just his guess and cannot be accurate.
But the facts are already there. This shabby thatched hut provides two meals of gruel a day and is fenced in so that no one can move.
The winter in the North will make all living beings who do not take it seriously pay a due price, and when it comes to refugees, it means lives.
If we just stay there and don't rob or seize, no one will be able to survive.
Looking at the current situation, winter is still very long, and it has not yet reached the coldest period, but everyone is only half breathing. If this is not intentional, what is the purpose of killing people?
Therefore, Li Po simply believed that the more people who survived, the better.
Even if he guesses wrong, the benefits are obvious. If either he or Li Chun falls ill again, there will be someone to take care of him, right?
Besides, the more people there are, the greater the power, and the easier it is to fight for food.
These principles cannot be explained to Li Chun, so there is no need to explain them in detail.
Even if he takes 10,000 steps back, Li Chun will never understand what watching human lives disappear one by one brings to the living people. Despair will grab your heart and make you unforgettable for the rest of your life.
So, in the refugee camp that night, little fires were lit, and the smoke was very strong. Let’s not mention the smell, but amidst the smoke and fire, the whole camp exuded a feeling of happiness.
That little bit of fire symbolizes hope, the hope of living.
At this time, Li Po responded to everything in this small refugee camp.
At this time, Li Po had already fallen into a deep sleep.
The next day, no matter how cold it was or how strong the wind was, Li Po still led the people out of the city.
Li Po remembers the rotation every ten days very clearly.
The gatekeepers will not all be as talkative as Yuchi and Wu-chang Liu before. Both he and the refugees need to save some food.
Three days later, a group of people changed at the city gate as scheduled.
Wu Chang's surname is Mu, which sounds like Hu at first glance. Such strange surnames are usually transliterated from Hu people's surnames. This is also the result of the restoration of Han surnames in various tribes in the North during the Kaihuang period.
This corpsman was short in stature but spoke loudly. He was said to be a good drinker and a womanizer.
Maybe Liu Wu-chang made the mistake, or maybe Luo San said hello again. Anyway, this guy is easier to talk to than Liu Wu-chang.
The young tax collector also stayed. It seemed that he had not spent enough time at the city gate.
Later, when he heard someone mention it, Li Po realized that he was quite lucky, because with this tax collector here, no official from the county patrolling the city showed up at the North City Gate even once.
However, one night, the team leader named Mu drank too much and had a fight with the young tax collector.
What's surprising is that the tax official was unequivocal and severely punished the stout Wu Chief Mu. From then on until the end of his shift, Mu Wu Chief never left the concierge room again.
This brought great convenience to Li Po, but he was still willing to deal with those military men. People like the tax collector who only spoke in three points always made him feel a little uncomfortable.
But as time slowly entered October of the sixth year of Daye, Li Po's days of taking people out of the city to fish finally came to an end...
(Please collect, recommend, and reward. Beixiong's performance is a bit dismal, and Ah Cao's heart is also in a state of turmoil. There are only a thousand collections, and there are only ten thousand clicks. He looks like a servant. Where is Ah Cao's hope?
Woolen cloth?)
This chapter has been completed!