After many years on the mountain, Aunt Feng had become insensitive even if she could not be called hard-hearted.
There will be no way out if you work seriously here.
A kindhearted fist is a dead end.
There is no good future or position for you if you are a sweet talker and can speak well.
The only one who can survive is not only through scheming and means, but also through cruelty.
She is used to seeing dead people and has had many lives in her own hands. Nowadays, it is difficult for Aunt Feng to believe in anything easily.
However, what Ah Li said was so heart-warming.
She looked at Yu's mother opposite.
Yu Ma ate with her eyes downcast, her fingernails were black and yellow, her skin was withered, and fine lines on her face were mottled like bark on her otherwise smooth and white face.
"You," Aunt Feng said softly, "don't you have any other opinions on what I just said?"
Yu Ma raised her head, her mouth still savoring the taste of minced meat.
"view?"
It seems that there is no more.
Aunt Feng blinked and turned to look out the window.
"Sometimes when I want to find someone to talk to, it seems like a difficult task." Aunt Feng whispered.
"Am I not here?"
Aunt Feng glanced at her and shook her head: "You don't even understand what I mean by what I'm saying now."
Mother Yu frowned: "What?"
Aunt Feng shook her head again and gently stirred the porridge in the bowl with her chopsticks.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"I don't know if it's peaceful outside. In the past, it was not difficult for us to have a mouthful of porridge like this. We could buy fish and meat if we wanted. But then the war broke out and it was the common people who suffered."
Mother Yu felt uneasy for no reason.
"You've never said this before."
Aunt Feng sneered: "Actually, there is one thing that, when I think about it now, I suddenly find it very funny."
"What?"
"Every time I give porridge and vegetables to those little girls, no matter how little I give them, they will hold the bowls in their hands and thank me loudly. But what they don't know is that in the eyes of those in Qianshan, they are
Even worse than a dog. Beat them, scold them, and give them a little sweetness, and they will kowtow to thank you. What do you think this is?"
Yu Ma put down her chopsticks: "What's wrong with you?"
"We are like this too," Aunt Feng said with a confused look on her face, "How could we not be so proud that we would lift our tails to the sky just because those people in the front mountain gave us a little favor? Looking back now, I know we shouldn't, but what about that time? At that time
, we were all carried away, and only a few little thoughts were left at work."
As she said this, Aunt Feng became irritable again.
That question was pushed to the front again by herself.
Go or stay.
It used to be a stagnant pool with no waves, but gradually became numb and depressed. When I felt hopeless, I could only accept it. Even if I lost my self, I would still be alive.
But Xia Zhaoyi's words were like throwing a stone into the water, making her upset.
When people walk in the desert, what they think about and fear most is hearing that there is a source of water ahead.
There is a hope there, and you can either remain decadent until death, or run harder and risk your life to find it.
But if he doesn't find it, running so hard will make him die faster and make him more tired.
Aunt Feng held her head in her hands. Maybe she had been lying down for too long today and felt a sudden pain.
"Are you sick?" Yu's mother asked in a low voice.
"It's nothing." Aunt Feng said, "Go and see if Ah Li is back. When she comes back, ask her to come over. If she has read a book, I can have a few words with her."
"She disappeared. I looked for her. It seems that Qian Qianqian also left with her."
Aunt Feng was stunned and said in shock: "They ran away?!"
"It's raining heavily," Yu's mother looked outside the house, "Why should we run? There is probably water at the bottom of the mountain."
The panic in her heart just now became stronger, and Aunt Feng felt that she could not sit down anymore.
After thinking about it, she wrapped her coat tightly, stood up and said, "I'll go and see for myself."
Su Juren walked down the mountain lamely.
The thunder and lightning really stopped, and the heavy rain gradually became lighter.
The sky is still covered with dark clouds, but the accumulated clouds in the east have dispersed slightly, and a very pale moonlight is revealed.
It's so late.
Su Juren was soaked to the skin and his steps were tired. On the way to Yiluan Courtyard, he deliberately avoided the noisy place there, but he could still hear the commotion and occasional shouting.
After turning around a courtyard wall and heading to Yiluan Courtyard, Su Juren stopped for a moment and raised his head to look at the hilltop opposite.
Just then a gust of wind blew, and he shivered, and his wet hair was blown up.
The lights on the opposite side were dim, and there seemed to be no one in the huge yard. The fire on the stove had stopped, and it was quiet and quiet without a trace of movement.
Compared with the courtyards behind it, it is really quiet and comfortable.
"There's no one around. When the weather gets better and the bridge is repaired, I want you to look good!"
A figure ran from the other side, cursing angrily as he ran.
Su Juren frowned and stared at the maid.
Jin Zhi also saw him, snorted disdainfully, and ran away faster.
Bian Baye did not come back, so he took out a lot of troops and divided them into two groups, one to the south and one to the east.
There are still many people on the mountain, and Wu Da is left to organize and manage them, and many of these people were not able to eat yesterday.
After two consecutive days of starvation, no one could bear it anymore. Wu Da was so irritated by the noise that he took a knife and went out with two ten-man captains to take shelter.
On the other side of the east mountain is a very open plain with a large river flowing through it.
It was raining heavily, so Wu Da and two other ten people found a leeward slope and sat down on a rock with a cliff to protect them from the rain.
Wu Da held the knife, looked back and forth, weighed it gently, put it next to him, and said, "This knife is getting harder and harder to use."
"When will Master Ba come back?"
"It depends on the weather," Wu Da said. "If the weather is good, they will come back quickly. If the weather is bad, they will be slower. But they have to wait at least two days."
"I'm starving to death," another ten people said, stroking their bellies. "The women in the back mountain didn't even come over to give us anything to eat. They all thought they had a long life."
Mentioning those people, Wu Da became even more upset and said angrily: "If Master Ba can bring back a few new ones this time, I will immediately go to the back and kill a few, re-establish the rules, and let them know what they are afraid of."
"
"Didn't I give you a blueprint today and say that I can deliver a meal first? But it turned out that the thing was not finished yet, and the two women started to take action."
"Come on, it's not our turn to teach Ba Ye's woman a lesson. Let's see for ourselves when Ba Ye comes back." Wu Da said.
His stomach also growled, and he raised his hand to touch his belly. He suddenly felt a little bored, and the anger in his heart was rising. He wanted to set a fire or smash something to vent his anger.
He stretched out his foot and kicked the protruding rocks down hard. A few pieces of gravel rolled down, making some noise in the wind and rain.
He paused and raised his head to look at the mountain wall on the other side.
The sky was pitch black, my vision was blurry, and I couldn't see anything.
"Why, I feel like there's someone over there." Wu Da said.
