After pouring some water in, the man's lips smacked and his eyelids seemed to move. The woman was convinced that he was indeed still alive. She suddenly became excited and called her son: "Car!"
The woman anxiously pulled the cart in front of the monk in charge. She didn't bother to wipe the sweat from her head and said breathlessly: "Master, this person... this person... this person is still alive.\>"
The fat monk with a fat face was sitting on a wicker chair under the tree watching the peasants working. Behind him stood two rascals fanning him. He was not surprised when the woman spoke. He picked up the small teapot and walked away.
He took a sip and said calmly: "Do you still have breath?"
The woman said: "Yes, I can still drink water."
The monk frowned and said: "You can't live even if you have breath. Take it away and bury it." Then he said to the follower behind him: "Get him away quickly."
The woman was shocked: "But... you are monks... compassionate..."
The attendant rushed up and pushed the woman away. The woman had no choice but to pull the cart and leave. When she came to the place where wages were calculated, she reached out for a bamboo chip. Burying corpses was charged on a piece-by-piece basis.
He is a big man, but the gentleman sitting behind the table glared: "If I ask you to pull a corpse, bring a living person, and you won't give it to me!"
The woman wanted to cry but had no tears. What was wrong with the world? Is it wrong to save people? Are these people still monks from Da Bao'en Temple? They all looked as cruel and cruel as judges in hell.
"What are you still doing? Throw people in." Someone reminded the woman.
"But...he is still alive." The woman said.
The kind-hearted person advised: "Sister, don't ask for trouble. Even good people can't take care of you. You still care about dead people. Although this person is still alive, he can't be saved."
The woman murmured in a low voice: "That's a human life." She looked helplessly at the man on the cart, sighed silently, came over and grabbed his shoulders and wanted to throw him off the cart, but at that moment, she
Suddenly I thought of my husband, who was beaten until his face was covered with blood and he was dying. He lay in bed for three days before he died.
The woman's hand suddenly stopped, and the kind man who came to help her carry the body wondered: "Sister, what's wrong with you?"
"This person is still alive, how can we bury him alive? The monk doesn't care, I don't care!" The woman said firmly without knowing where the perseverance came from.
"Sister, are you crazy? This person is so seriously injured that even if he is treated, he will be disabled. Besides, how can you afford to hire a doctor?"
"There will always be a way." The woman became so stubborn that even eight horses could not be pulled back, so she just pulled the cart home like this. The people who worked on the mass grave sighed when they saw it.
…
In the ramen shop, Liu Ying'er was still sitting alone. Last night, the capital was in flames of war again. She was as smart as ice and snow, so she naturally knew what had happened. Yuan Feng didn't come because he was afraid of hurting himself.
Standing outside the door was the housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Mansion, who came to pick up the young lady. That night, his father found out that he had left and took people to the ramen shop himself. Liu Ying'er refused to go home, and Liu Songpo did not force anyone to do anything, but just left a few people behind.
My family members were waiting for me, and I went back first.
The Prime Minister is a reasonable person, and he will use facts to educate his daughter that the path she has chosen is wrong.
Liu Ying'er is also a reasonable person. She knows that fighting is pointless. From now on, her father will never let her show up in public and open a ramen restaurant. She is just sitting here reminiscing about the memories of the past.
After a long time, Liu Ying'er finally walked out of the ruins with a calm expression: "Home."
…
In Jiangbei, on the shore, a sampan ran aground. Yuan Feng and Xia Qinxin lay exhausted on the shore.
Last night they came to the river bank, just when the officers and soldiers chased them to the dock and searched everywhere. They did not dare to take any action, so they could only quietly steal a small sampan to enter the water, and then stole a few pieces of clothes from the fishermen to dry.
Crossing the river in the dark night.
Unfortunately, this sampan was leaking. I was scooping water out while paddling, and had to avoid being hunted by the navy. After spending half the night traveling down the river, I finally landed in the north of the Yangtze River. I don't know where I ended up.
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After lying on the sand for a long time, Yuan Feng finally regained his composure. He stood up unsteadily, looked at his surroundings, and then checked his belongings. He only had a dagger left on him. He sighed and called to Xia Qinxin.
: "Get up, it's time to go."
Xia Qinxin pushed herself up with difficulty and tried to stand up, but finally fell to the ground. Yuan Feng saw that her expression was wrong, so he hurriedly stepped forward and put his hand on her forehead, which was hot.
"You are sick." Yuan Feng said.
"It's okay, I can do it." Xia Qinxin retorted, but Yuan Feng pulled him up and carried you on his back!"
"I don't want to, I can leave on my own." Although he was still trying to show off his words, the person had already laid down on him without any courtesy.
Yuan Feng's back was very broad and solid, and Xia Qinxin felt very at ease lying on it, so the two of them walked north along the field ridge.
As she walked, Xia Qinxin felt her chest was wet. She looked down and saw blood oozing from Yuanfeng's back. The gunshot wound on his back had not been treated yet, but he started to bleed under pressure. Xia Qinxin immediately shouted.
, let Yuan Feng stop.
Yuan Feng half-knelt on the ground, letting go of Xia Qin's heart. The two looked at each other, looking at each other's faces stained by blood, sweat, mud and water, and suddenly they both laughed.
"You're injured. You can't hold on any longer. You have to see a doctor quickly." Xia Qin thought to herself.
Yuan Feng nodded. He understood the current situation very well. The two of them were injured and had not eaten. It was not an option to continue walking aimlessly like this.
"You wait for me here, I'll go ahead and explore the way." Yuan Feng said.
Xia Qinxin nodded and found a big tree to lean on. Yuan Feng handed the dagger to her and staggered forward.
After all, it is along the Yangtze River and has a dense population. After walking a few steps away, you can see a small village with smoke coming from the kitchen and children running and playing on the threshing floor. Yuan Feng slowly walked over and sat down by the threshing floor. For a while,
In a daze, he vaguely saw that when he was a boy, he played and trained with his friends in Shibalibao.
I saw a ragged stranger sitting there, and a little boy of two or three years old ran over, naked and without any clothes, with a runny nose and a piece of pancake in his hand.
The little boy tilted his head and looked at Yuan Feng, as if he was looking at something very funny. Yuan Feng looked at him with a smile. The little boy sniffed, picked up the pancake and took a bite. The stimulation of the food made Yuan Feng feel dizzy.
Li Jili screamed, and the little boy heard it. He actually took the pancake out of his mouth and handed it to him with both hands: "Uncle, you eat."
What a kind child, Yuan Feng touched his little bald head and asked: "Little brother, where is this place?"
The little boy shook his head blankly. He was too young to answer such a question. At this time, several other children also ran over, with different ages. A group of children surrounded Yuan Feng curiously. One was older.
The child replied: "This is Yuetang Village."
"Which county?" Yuan Feng asked.
The children stopped talking and could not answer this profound question. Country people never leave their hometown, even the county town. For them, the world is very small. For these children, the world is even smaller.
Yuetang Village has a radius of more than ten miles.
While they were busy talking, a child looked back and saw that Jinzi was coming, you can ask her."
The children moved out of the way, and a young woman appeared in front of him. Yuan Feng looked up, his body trembled, and he slowly stood up.
The woman was still holding a fire stick in her hand. She was probably here to call her children home for dinner. When she saw the children gathered around, she came over. When she saw Yuanfeng's face, the fire stick fell to the ground with a bang.
Along with the fire sticks, strings of tears fell. The woman looked at Yuan Feng and shed tears.
Yuan Feng wanted to stretch out his hand to wipe her, but the little boy with a runny nose grabbed the woman's dress and shouted: "Why are you crying?"
Yuan Feng's hand stopped there, then finally retracted it, and his hoarse voice sounded: "Aunt Mute, are you okay?"
That woman was Yuan Feng's childhood sweetheart, Hu Yagu. If he hadn't saved her, Yuan Feng would not have killed Duyi Dao, nor would he have followed the path of a swordsman, nor would he have caused trouble or attracted many enemies.
The catastrophe of Shibali Fort.
Everything has passed. Now the mute aunt has married another woman and has given birth to a child. Living in this prosperous land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River, she is naturally living a good life.
The dumb girl choked and reached out to touch Yuan Feng's cheek. Yuan Feng was wearing a fisherman's tattered clothes. His body was covered with blood scabs and mud, and his head was full of grass stalks. He looked miserable and miserable, and he looked like a beggar.
Yuan Feng stood like this, letting Aunt Mute touch him. When she touched the wound on Yuan Feng's body, Aunt Mute cried more. The children were all dumbfounded. Why was Si Jinzi crying?
Suddenly, the dumb aunt picked up Yuan Feng and walked towards the village. Her house was near the threshing floor. It was a neat little yard with a thornwood fence outside. Inside were two thatched houses, one for people and one for cooking.
There is a well in the yard of the house, and clothes are hanging on the rope to dry. Looking at these mended clothes, you can see that the hostess is a good housekeeper.
When he saw his master returning, the big yellow dog lying at the door immediately got up and ran over wagging his tail. Dogs usually bark when they see people wearing ragged clothes, but this dog has some eyesight and can tell that Yuan Feng has a close relationship with his master.
, still wagging his tail wildly to show his goodwill.
Hearing footsteps outside, a man walked out of the house. He was strong and had a good-looking face. When he saw Yuan Feng, he only raised his eyebrows and showed no sign of surprise.
"My dear, who is this?" the man asked.
The mute girl was babbling and gesticulating, which was obviously the special language between the couple. After a while, the man understood it and said in a panic: "He is from my hometown, hurry up and sit in the room!"
Then he yelled at those children: "Go home."
The children dispersed in a hurry, but there were three children left in the yard, one seven or eight years old, one five or six years old, and Feng Wa, who was over two years old.
After entering the house, there were several coarse porcelain bowls on the chopping board, and the bowls were filled with paste. The man actually put all these bowls away, covered them with a wick, took out a white porcelain bowl, wiped it with his sleeve, and took it out.
He took out a kettle wrapped in a straw shell and put some fried barley in it. He poured a bowl of hot water for Yuan Feng and brought it over politely.
The dumb aunt stood aside, helpless, with red eyes. The man turned back to look at her with chicken and steamed white rice."