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Chapter 1 Saburo, Goro and Rokuro

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Yizhou Road on the western frontier of the Song Dynasty is the well-known Sichuan Basin.

The Minjiang River is as wide and long as a jade belt, running through the north and south of the Western Sichuan Plain. "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" says: 'The Minjiang River is the first of the three rivers, and it comes out of Wenshan.' From the pre-Qin Dynasty to this dynasty, people regarded it as the main source of the Yangtze River. Therefore,

Although the Minjiang River flows southward, it is still called by many literati as "the great river goes eastward".

It was the peach blossom season at this time, and the river rushed down from the high mountains at the junction of Sichuan and Gansu. It seemed that it was in danger of flowing thousands of miles and rushing in all directions at any time. However, with Dujiangyan, the fierce and wild river magically turned into a clear stream, nourishing

The land in the middle of Sichuan. Since then, the land of Bashu, where droughts and floods are unpredictable, has become a land of abundance, where people are subject to floods and droughts, and no one knows about famine.

Therefore, some people say that the most reliable project in China is not the Great Wall, but Dujiangyan. A thousand years after its birth, the Han people have lost the protection of the Great Wall, but the people in Sichuan still enjoy the protection of Dujiangyan, with thousands of miles of fertile fields and mountains.

With vast hectares of bamboo and trees, there are plenty of vegetables, fruits, and rice, and the beauty of rice, fish, and shrimp. Everywhere is the joy of living and the people, and there are no worries about bad years, all due to its blessings.

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It was March, and Qingshen County, a hundred and eighty miles south of Chengdu, was surrounded by mountains and hills. There were mountains, ridges, deep ravines, and misty clouds. They were covered with green bamboos and verdant green. The spring breeze blew by, and the green waves were blowing.

Ups and downs, thousands of bamboos become waves, the smoke changes, and the weather is endless, making the viewer forget all the favors and disgrace, and feel like a fairy.

The famous Shiwan Village is located among the bamboo forests all over the mountains and plains, surrounded by green mountains. There is a large lake to the east of the village, and the lake water is as clear as a mirror all year round.

Sufficient bamboo and water resources gave Shiwan Village the conditions for making bamboo charcoal. During the Song Dynasty, coal was used in the north, and charcoal was mostly used in the south. In Shu, bamboo charcoal was mostly used. The charcoal burned from the local giant bamboos was easy to make.

It is smokeless and durable, and is deeply loved by city residents.

There are charcoal kilns with a height of several feet scattered around the lake, which shows that the people here have lived up to the blessings of nature. In fact, the bamboo charcoal fired in this village is top-notch in the entire Bamboo Sea, not only in the county but also in Meizhou.

There are markets in the city, and there are even businessmen from Chengdu coming to purchase, so there will naturally be plenty.

In such a paradise that seems to have nothing to do with sorrow, there is a faint cry...

After searching carefully, we found that the sound came from the largest kiln on the east side of the lake. It was during lunch break and the kiln was quiet, so we could hear the sound coming from a shack in the northwest corner.

This small arched shack is surrounded by bamboo rafts and has a straw mat as a roof. It is dilapidated and in disrepair. It can only accommodate a person but does not provide protection from wind and rain. It forms a sharp contrast with the whitewashed walls and black tiles of the buildings in the village.

Through the ajar door, you can see that except for a bamboo board used as a bed, there is no other furnishings. Of course, there is no other furniture. A thin boy is lying on the bamboo board, covered with a thin

She was wearing sheets, her eyes were closed tightly, and her face was pale.

There were two boys, one older and one younger, kneeling beside the couch. The older one looked similar to the one lying down, holding his hand tightly. The younger one only looked like three or four years old, and just lay there crying.

While crying, he repeated in Mandarin with Shu accent: "Third brother, wake up, Xiao Liu won't eat cooking cakes anymore..."

He couldn't stop crying, and heard the other boy's heart ache, tears welling up in his eyes, and he held the hand with all his strength, fearing that the person lying down would disappear.

The squeeze didn't matter, a faint cry of pain was heard, and the two children's eyes widened.

After waiting for a moment, the man on the bed finally slowly opened his eyes. After his pupils slowly focused, he looked at the two children and couldn't help but smile. Although he was weak and weak, he was still overjoyed and said: "Who is such a shameless person?"

Tiao, thought he was the Bull Demon King, and transformed the child into, ahem, a red boy?"

His accent was weird and his speech was vague. The two children didn't understand it, but they didn't care. The younger one immediately jumped on him, hugged his neck and rubbed him: "Third brother, you're awake..."

..." The older one no longer had a bitter look on his face. He wiped away his tears and laughed, and said in a loud voice: "Third brother, you scared us to death."

The person lying down, although it was difficult to listen, but the sentences were simple and understandable, he widened his eyes and said: "You... what do you call me?" As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand and put it on his cheek.

The child who was rubbing against him said, "Children, you should wipe your nose with a handkerchief, not your uncle's face..."

Before he finished speaking, he was stunned because when he raised his hand, he saw a wrist like a reed stick. Looking down the wrist in horror, the wrist was connected to the forearm, and the forearm was connected to the upper arm.

Then connect it to your own body...

Damn it, these are not the arms that an adult should have. Could it be that they were eaten by water ghosts and turned into a skeleton after falling into the water? A feeling of horror spread throughout his body. He reached out and touched his chin. It was as smooth as an egg. Further down, there was no Adam's apple.

Looking down, the bird was hairless... Now the whole person was completely stunned.

The two children were also dumbfounded. They looked at him lying there touching himself as if possessed by a ghost, not daring to take a breath. Then they saw him struggling to get up, and the older child hurried over to help him. After all, he was young and didn't know what to say.

What, just looking at him blankly.

"Don't just look at it for yourself. Even if there is a mirror, I will look at it too." He looked at this honest child with a bare head and short pigtails on both sides of his head, and felt quite friendly.

"Does Third Brother want a bronze mirror?" The child kept guessing. When he nodded, he said sadly: "The eldest lady will definitely not give it to you..."

"Okay, okay..." He stopped talking to the little brat and slowly lay back and said, "Find your adult, the eldest lady..."

"Is this the case?" the child hesitated, obviously a little frightened of the lady.

He didn't ask for it now. The child spoke well. It seemed that he had such an accent. So he calmed down quickly... The situation at the moment was really weird. Before he figured out the situation, it was better not to say anything: "Forget it.

, let me be quiet for a while."

The two children shut their mouths obediently and squatted beside the couch to quiet him down.

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After calming down, he began to sort out his thoughts... He was doing morning exercises by the river, but unexpectedly he encountered a van that lost control and fell into the water. At that time, he didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he jumped in without thinking. He also forgot to save a few people, anyway.

Finally, he was exhausted, choked on water, sank, and then fell unconscious.

Why did he regress from the 'three sheets' to a prepubescent kid as soon as he woke up? What's going on? It makes no sense! The more he thought about it, the more headache he got, and the pain became more severe, as if it was about to burst! It hurt so much

At the extreme point, there was a loud bang, and the skull seemed to have really cracked open. Some memories that were obviously not his own flooded in from all directions. His vision went dark, and he fainted again.

When he woke up again, it was already dark, and it was even darker in the shack, but he didn't care, because the darkness could just cover up the panic on his face... In his mind, there was an additional copy of the ancient ten

The memory of a year-old child.

In my memory, this child's surname is Chen. He has a father but no mother, and four brothers... The two in front of him are his two brothers. The older one is called Wu Lang and the younger one is called Liu Lang. The reason why it sounds a bit confusing is because of this

In the 1960s, the uncles and brothers were ranked together. There were two brothers, his father, and they had six sons in total, ranked from eldest to youngest.

His name is Sanlang, and he also has an elder brother, Chen Erlang, who started studying in the county last year. As for the child's father, the second eldest son of the Chen family, he is a scholar. It happened to be the year of the great competition, so he traveled around to study with him in the same year, and the child and him

Two younger brothers stayed at home...

Obviously, this shack is not Chen Laoer's home. Chen Laoer's family has a very spacious house in the village. To be precise, it is the home shared by Chen Laoer and Chen Laoer. Although the two brothers are married and have children,

In the past few years, I have lost my wife Kao one after another, but the family has never been separated.

The Chen family made their fortune by burning bamboo charcoal. They owned the largest charcoal burning yard in Shiwan Village. Although they were not rich, they had a pair of maids and more than a dozen employees in the factory. They were already the first in Shiwan Village.

But how come Chen Laoer's three children ended up living in a shack in a charcoal burning farm?

The ten-year-old children are simple-minded. They only know that their three brothers were kicked here by their aunt as soon as their father left. The older Saburo and Wulang still have to work every day...burning charcoal requires a lot of water, and the site originally had tools.

The waterwheel was broken down in Chunli, and the aunt didn't find anyone to repair it, so she asked the two brothers to fetch water together. They had to transport enough water every day before they could have dinner for the three of them.

The ten-year-old child couldn't provide water even if he tried his best to nurse. Fortunately, the hired workers saw how pitiful the two brothers were and took the time to help so that the three brothers could have food to eat.

Even if someone helps, and even if each truck is only one-third filled with water, it is still an overload and overtime work for two children of about ten years old. It has been more than a month since the water truck broke down, and the brothers have been working hard

Coming here like this, no wonder Chen Wulang looked bitter and resentful...

But today, the aunt was uncharacteristic of herself. She didn't go back after looking at the site, but spent the whole morning supervising the work. This was a hard time for the two brothers. They started fetching and transporting water in the morning and continued working for nearly two hours. They were both dizzy and dizzy.

His hands and feet were weak. As a result, when he was fetching water for the last time, Saburo, who was physically weaker than his younger brother, fell into the water with his feet weak... This was the child's last memory.

Why did everyone fall into the water, but turned out to be alive? Am I him now, or is he me, or is he a part of me, and a part of me a part of him? This confused him, and he probably wouldn’t even think about it for a hundred years.

Unclear.

He is an optimistic person after all, so he decided to pretend to be this child for the time being before he could find a way to avoid being regarded as a monster...;

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