Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

At the beginning of the heavy snowfall, the Lin family’s village was dilapidated. Many people died from freezing in the deep winter. They gathered together alive and survived by robbing their families. The Lin family, a large local householder, naturally became a piece of sweet steamed bun. Let’s go and look at the fat meat. The former lively and red Lin Family Village has now become a dead house, and there is no half of the popularity in it.

Daddy Lin was lying in the withered grass, his ears pressed to the ground, he heard footsteps getting farther and farther, only to grow a bite, and the cat ran for a short distance before running back into the woods.

"Master." The old servant ran back from the other side.

"It's all gone." Father Lin said to the old servant, who also said, "The people over there are also gone."

The two of them went into the woods together. The female relatives stayed in a relatively safe place. Mother Lin was sitting on the ground with the Buddhist beads in her hand, chanting words in her mouth, as if she was reciting Buddhist scriptures. There were a few little girls sitting beside her. He was only a young man and looked at his father Lin with his eyes open, not knowing what happened.

They only remembered being picked up from the bed by servants one night, and the adults ran with them, but the home behind them lit up.

After leaving home, they have been walking. They have not enough food and can only rely on wild vegetables for their livelihoods, but wild vegetables are also not enough. There are so many refugees without food.

The servants were also at a loss. They had been in Lin's house for so many years and had never seen anything like this.

Daddy Lin sat next to Yang's and said to her, "The snow melts, let's go on the road and find Yuan'er."

Yang's tone is cold, she has always been like this, not lukewarm to this husband: "Yeah."

Lin Yuan asked someone to bring a message a year ago, telling his family that he was in Wucheng.

Father Lin was glad that his son remembered to bring the letter to the family, and that the person who brought the letter came in time.

"Mother." The little girl leaned in. She was scared, and she felt safe only when she was around her parents.

The Yang family had never given birth to any children. All the children, including Lin Yuan, were born by girls. The villagers were not happy to take concubines. Even if the girls had given birth, they would still be girls. They would still work, but they would be better off eating and dressing.

The little girl's biological mother is Yang's close girl, who is boiling water at this time.

Father Lin was still in the mood to joke: "I still have a vision, so I ask Yuan'er to go to the south first, otherwise we have to follow the refugees and we won't even find a place to shelter."

Yang glanced at him: "Yuan'er was only fourteen years old when he left."

For this, she has given Daddy Lin a good face since Lin Yuan left.

Father Lin: "The children of peasant households can stand up and set up households when they are twelve years old. Besides, all the spreaders have said that we now have land and Zhuangzi. This is my son! "

There was a lot of pride in his tone.

He has only one son, but this son is worth ten other sons.

At that time, he and his back and forth told his son to go to Zhang's house in the south, but he never received a message. Until the gangsters appeared, he had to drag his family and flee. Now he is estimated to have become a migrant. He only knows to go to the south. I don't know where.

Yang was reciting the Buddhist scriptures and no longer had to worry about Daddy Lin.

She was from a scholarly family, and her father was a scholar. With books in the house, her mother died early and her father did not remarry.

So she didn't marry until she was twenty-four, or because there was no rice in the family, she married Daddy Lin.

Now she is an old girl who is not married at the age of eighteen, let alone twenty-four.

But Yang did not feel ashamed. She didn't love her husband or his home. She would rather write big characters for a day than say a few words to her husband.

Father Lin: "We sleep during the day and rush at night, so don't let anyone see it."

The servants all nodded without objection.

Although they experienced a terrible nightmare, the servants were very obedient. They did not take the opportunity to escape. Instead, they stayed with the Lin family. They clearly knew that once they left the Lin family, they would also become refugees. Worse.

And following the master and madam, you can still go to the master.

Just like before, you can get enough to work.

They don't know how long they have been on the road. They sleep on the hidden ground during the day and drive with the stars and moon at night. Sometimes they will see people who are starving to death by the side of the road. The corpses are torn and dragged by wild animals, and they are not human.

A huge sense of fear often makes them more cautious.

Everyone only dared to wear the tattered Ge Yi, and the female family members also wiped the black mud on their faces, with dry grass in their hair, wearing coarse cloth clothes that had never been worn, and walking barefoot on the road.

They are becoming more and more like refugees.

When I came to Wucheng, it was already autumn.

It took them more than half a year to finally get here.

Father Lin died of two daughters on the road, both of them had a bad stomach and had a fever, so they had to be buried on the spot.

There are three daughters in total, only one is left. This one was taken by Yang's. When digging wild vegetables in the mountains to eat, Yang had to eat it by herself. After a while, she would give it to this child, although she was thin now. Become skin and bones, but somehow survived.

Some of the servants died, and some were lost.

Looking at the gate of the city, Father Lin finally couldn't hold back, his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground, his face muffled with tears and nose.

The servants behind him couldn't hold back either, and they cried together.

"Go over there!" The soldiers guarding the city were chasing people. They would not let the refugees into the city, "Go!"

Father Lin hurriedly leaned over: "Master Bing, we are not refugees. My son is in Wucheng. I am here to defect to him."

As he said, he took out a hairpin from his arms. This is something of the Yang family. There are only some jewelry left on the valuable things along the way. He smiled flatteringly: "Master Bing, be accommodating."

The soldier touched the hairpin with his hand and took a bite. After he was sure it was gold, he asked, "What is your son's name?"

Father Lin: "Lin Yuan! My son is Lin Yuan!"

The soldier was stunned, then smiled, showing his white teeth: "This is a coincidence."

After speaking, he shouted at the back: "Brother Jiang! Your brother's father is here!"

Daddy Lin heard it inexplicably, only saw a person coming out of the city gate, in his early twenties, wearing a thin cotton-padded jacket, holding a steamed bun in his hand, eating deliciously. When he saw the steamed bun, he swallowed hard. Spit, he has never been so greedy for buns in his life.

Jiang Gui looked at the refugees in front of him. He really didn't know any of them. They were dressed in ragged clothes. Fortunately, the early autumn was not too cold.

"The uncle?" Jiang Guigang said.

Father Lin immediately said: "My nephew, I am Lin Yuan's father!"

Jiang Gui: "What proof do you have?"

Father Lin quickly said, "Some, some, my son has a mole behind his ear."

Jiang Gui: "..." I haven't looked behind Lin Yuan's ears, how do I know?

"Are there any other certificates?" Jiang Gui asked again.

Daddy Lin said clearly where and how much he lived in.

Jiang Gui knew this, so he whispered: "I drive the bullock cart out at night, how many people are you in?"

Father Lin was surprised: "Isn't my son in the city?"

Jiang Gui: "He is in Zhuangzi outside the city. I will take you over tonight."

Daddy Lin wasn't afraid that people lied to them. In fact, they only had a little jewelry, and the big deal was all for the other party. As long as he could find his son, everything was worth it.

So at noon the next day, Lin Yuan, who was standing on the ridge and watching the harvest, watched as his third brother of worship brought a vote of refugees over.

Even Erliang didn't recognize Old Lin and the others.

Could it be that Jiang Gui felt they were short of people and sent another batch?

"Three brothers." Lin Yuan jumped off the Tiankan and walked over. He wore shorts and was easy to move. He often wandered around in the fields during the past six months, and his physique improved a lot. During this period of early rice harvest, he also worked for a few days.

That was rice, and because of the fertilizer, the tenants said that the yield was larger than before.

However, before Jiang Gui could reply, a figure fell on Lin Yuan. This person looked fat, but Lin Yuan didn't feel heavy. He was about to push the person away when the person began to cry: "Er. Ah! My son! Dad is here!"

Daddy Lin?

Daddy Lin!

Lin Yuan was taken aback. After all, the old man in the memory of the original owner was a very rich middle-aged man. He always wore a satin shirt and was a very standard landlord, but the man in front of him was wearing rags with a face of mud. .

Two and two also came over, he looked carefully, and lost his voice: "Master!"

"Two and two!" Daddy Lin also shouted.

Two and two cried: "Master, master, you have suffered! Madam! Madam!"

Erliang rushed to Yang's, his parents followed Yang, and tears welled up when he saw Erliang.

Lin Yuan is not the original owner after all. Although he has a memory, he has not inherited the original owner's feelings. He really can't cry. He can only pretend that he is crying with his head down.

A group of people cried and howled, and it took a while to calm down.

Lin Yuan led them to Zhuangzi.

Daddy Lin didn't dislike the simple and crude Zhuangzi that came in and out. Instead, he thought that his son was smart, so he wouldn't be blinded. Moreover, the Zhuangzi was big enough to not feel crowded with so many people.

"Father and mother live here." Lin Yuan led them to the best and largest room.

Daddy Lin looked at Lin Yuan with satisfaction.

His son matured faster than he thought. He felt that the most correct thing he had done in his life was to let his son go south.

"Si Niang!" Lin Yuan yelled, "Go get some pimple soup!"

Siniang agreed and went to the stove.

Two and two were looking for clothes, looking for clean clothes for Daddy Lin and Yang.

"Big brother!" The thin little girl rushed into Lin Yuan's arms, she hugged Lin Yuan's leg and said nothing to let go.

Father Lin whispered: "Your eldest sister and second sister, they are gone on the road."

Lin Yuan's body was a little stiff.

Father Lin said: "It was buried there, no monument was erected."

A child who has died cannot erect a monument.

The little girl hugged Lin Yuan's leg tightly. She knew that as long as she found her eldest brother, she would be able to eat.

Lin Yuan touched the little girl's head, his tone was gentler than he thought: "Go and clean your hands, you'll be ready to eat."

The little girl reluctantly followed the servant and left.

Lin Yuan thought to himself, this family is here, his ability is limited, I don't know if he can save them all in the end.

I hope the original owner will be alive in the sky.