Heavy snow has covered the mountains around the county with silver.
However, no one is in the mood to sing and recite a poem at this time.
Puzhou County is surrounded by mountains and has never had a guard station.
There are no Jin Yiwei who can arrive here in small numbers, and no soldiers from Jinhua Mansion can come here.
In front of the city gate, the ground was trampled and flooded. Snow mixed with mud made it so wet and muddy that people slipped and fell to the ground from time to time.
Starting from the city gate and going out for several miles, the ground is covered with sheds made of wooden sticks and dead leaves and thatch.
The cold air cannot hide the rancid smell here.
The thinly dressed people were hiding in thatched shacks, most of them huddled together in families.
However, this does not bring them any warmth.
Young children and elderly people were surrounded by adults, but their faces had slender cracks like spider webs, and blood and muddy water were mixed together, black and red.
The purple lips could no longer spit out much white smoke, and they trembled silently when a gust of wind blew.
There is no light or waves in people's eyes, just pairs of eyes and faces.
All numb and confused.
They know they were born here, but they don’t know where they will die.
Most likely, he is going to die here.
The atmosphere of death pervades the four gates of Pujiang County.
At this time, several men wearing thick cotton coats and tight sheepskin furs held gongs in their hands and started ringing in the thatched huts.
The person at the head was beating the gong, and the four people behind him had two bulging cloth bags on their shoulders. They also had the same cloth bags on their hands.
There is food in there.
White and clean new grain harvested this year.
Finally, there are two strong men holding fire sticks.
No one spoke, only the sound of the gong.
There were some movements and responses in the shed that could not block the cold wind.
From an unknown corner in the distance, a few quarrels began to be heard. They were very weak and were swept away by the cold wind.
The team that beats the gong does not stop, but moves steadily along the daily route.
On the side, there began to be a sizzling sound of mud being trampled, accompanied by a few coughs.
Then, there was the cry of a child.
There are also the sounds of women cursing and crying.
It seemed that these few voices ignited the cold stagnant water around them, and countless voices began to sound.
The man who played the gong frowned slightly and finally stopped.
In front of him was a man holding a girl with a bun.
There were several pieces of tattered clothes on the man's body, of different sizes, which made the man's body look a little cramped. His black, red and purple face was covered with cracks, and his eyes were filled with numbness and expectation.
The half-grown girl, who must have been styled by her mother in a flat bun, was only wrapped in a jacket that was clearly an adult's. Her usually watery eyes were now filled with a hint of uneasiness.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
The man held the child and knelt in the cold and biting mud.
He didn't dare to raise his head, but hugged the girl tightly and begged in a low voice: "Five dou! Just five dou! She is eight years old, can work, can serve people, and does not cost food!"
The man who beat the gong walked up with a stick in his hand and raised the girl's chin to turn to him.
Then he clicked his tongue, with an indescribable smile on his face.
Then under the gaze of the man who stretched his head and looked at him.
The man who beat the gong said calmly: "Three buckets."
"Three fights...nothing can be won in three fights...nothing can be won in three fights..."
"She also has an older brother and a younger brother, and they all have something to eat... they all have something to eat..."
The man who was beating the gong immediately took a step back with a look of disgust on his face, and looked around at the crowd that was no longer full at some point.
Most of these people are holding children, big or small, in their arms.
Perhaps it was because of the cold or hunger that the children did not cry.
The children hid in their parents' arms and stared blankly at the man and child kneeling on the ground.
"Five dou? That was the price the day before yesterday. It's only eight years old. If you use it too hard, it will break. It's worthless."
After finishing speaking, the man who was beating the gong seemed to think of something, and added: "If you don't sell three dou today, you might sell two dou tomorrow. If your family doesn't sell it, others will sell it today."
The man kneeling on the ground held the child tightly in his arms, and tremblingly chanted: "Five buckets...Five buckets will not make it...Four buckets! Only four buckets!"
The man who beat the gong frowned more and more.
A strong man holding a fire stick walked to the side quietly.
"Three buckets! My house is sold! The girl is ten years old, she can do anything, she will last forever!"
"As long as you give me three buckets, my house will be sold!"
"And my family also sells three buckets!"
"Me, me, and me!"
"..."
In the surrounding crowd, some people began to come out with their children in their arms.
Someone even dragged a woman from behind the crowd into the crowd. The woman kicked the mud all over the ground into the sky, as if to echo the flying snow in the sky.
The woman kept shouting, but the man strangled her neck and pulled her arms.
The man is at the front.
The woman was still heavily on the ground.
There is a bit of ferocity in his eyes.
"Two fights!"
"Easy to use, moisturizing!"
The man who played the gong leaned up and looked down: "The skin is loose, one dou...and a half, I'll give you half a dou."
"Okay!"
The man agreed.
Behind the man who was beating the gong, a man took out a bucket and measured out one and a half buckets. There was no need for an extra belt. The man who brought the woman had already stepped forward with his robe and took the bucket.
Half.
When I left, I took a deep look at Na Dou with some dissatisfaction.
That bucket is very small.
With someone taking the lead, in the blink of an eye, there were five or six half-year-old girls around the man who was beating the gong.
A person's bag of food is empty.
There is an extra rope on the hand, and the woman and the girl are all tied together.
The man who was beating the gong looked at the man who was still kneeling in front of him.
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He spat unceremoniously and spit.
"Did you see? I don't need any girls from your family. Three dou means three dou, not a penny more and not a penny less."
The man kneeling on the ground clenched his teeth, and cries could be heard from a distance from time to time.
He seemed to hear his son's cry.
Heartbroken, the man raised his head and dropped the girl in his arms at the feet of the man who was beating the gong.
"Three fights is enough!"
As he spoke, the man took out a cloth bag from his arms, carefully opened it, and raised it in front of the man who was beating the gong.
The man who played the gong raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then turned his head and nodded.
The cloth bag filled with grain landed on the man's empty bag.
"You are a murderer!"
"Hey! I will fight with you! You are a thief with no eggs, selling my daughter!"
Suddenly, a woman wearing only a single piece of clothing rushed out from the crowd on one side, holding a wooden stick in her hand and letting the man hit her.
This side was caught off guard.
Rice bags were scattered on the floor.
And the woman was already wrestling with the man kneeling on the ground.
The chaos seemed to be contagious.
The surrounding victims looked at the food mixed in the muddy sewage and rushed forward like crazy.
For a moment, everyone in the scene was on their backs.
Bang bang bang!
Dang Dang Dang!
"Who is bold enough to cause trouble again!"
A group of Pujiang County's third-class police officers suddenly jumped out of nowhere.
The knife that was shown was so frightening that they snatched food, and the chaotic victims calmed down one after another.
"Bad luck!"
The man who beat the gong cursed lowly and glanced at the servant who rushed over.
The officers immediately threw aside the woman and man who were struggling in front of them.
"The food was given, most of the bag, and we lost money."
"Your women will also have to pay for it."
The man who beat the gong said something more, and the guards dragged back the woman who had just been thrown aside.
The woman and the eight-year-old girl were strung on the rope.
"Everyone retreat, if you dare to cause trouble again, you will be guilty of treason!"
The officers guarded both sides of the team of men beating gongs, and forced the surrounding people back with their knives.
And the man who beat the gong took a step forward.
They were missing a few bags of food, and there were seven or eight more girls and two women in the team.
In front of them, there are more thatched sheds.
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