Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

The common people are unwilling to travel long distances. When they can’t get enough to eat, it’s even more impossible to find the foot power for transportation. Horses are military supplies. People cannot buy them even if they have money. Cows are also luxury goods. The people drove on two legs.

No hundreds of people in Haozhou have embarked on the road of exile.

It would be better if there are males in the house. You can pull a wooden cart with the female family behind and the males in the front. The children follow the cart.

If there are no males and only females in the family, they can only flee lightly, without clothes, so bring some dry food and fire.

Among the people who fled in Haozhou, there were only ten males.

The officials naturally discovered that they were stuck at the checkpoint when they were sent out of the city, and they could not be released.

If a woman wants to go out, just open one eye and close one eye. It's a good thing that fewer people consume food, and men can't.

Men can farm, fight iron, and serve as soldiers, even if they are weak, they can also serve as auxiliary soldiers. In short, they are useful everywhere.

So the women escaped more smoothly. They gathered together, warmed each other, and walked towards the unknown.

Yang Rong’s family was also stuck on the only way out of the city. These males were driven into temporary fences, like cows and horses, surrounded by soldiers. They didn’t dare to move. Their heads were cut off.

They were sitting on the ground, and the people around them were similar to them, sitting in place like stray dogs.

The female relatives of the Yang family are outside and have not left. They are waiting for their husband and son.

"Master Bing, Master Bing." Da Yang's wife begged the little soldier, who was about the same age as her son. She knelt down on her knees and grabbed the little soldier's trouser legs. "We are all good citizens, just want to go out of the city to see relatives. Soldier!"

She kowtows to the little soldier.

Xiaobing looked less than fourteen years old, but his skin was abnormally rough, and there was an abnormal blush on his face. He looked at Yang Da’s wife and thought of his own mother, so he whispered, “This is an adult’s business. dead."

Da Yang's wife looked at him in confusion.

The little soldier said again: "...Either be a soldier or a coolie."

Da Yang's wife felt that the sky in front of her was dark.

Whether you are a soldier or a coolie, it is a dead end. You cannot return home as a soldier unless you become disabled, but what should you do if you become disabled?The family can't afford it, it's not dead yet.

To do coolies is to work till death.

When Yang Da's wife returned to the female family, the wife and mother-in-law both came to ask her.

"What did you say? What did Bingye say? When did you let them out?"

Yang Da's wife was still in a trance.

Her mother-in-law scolded her: "Usually speaking more than anyone else, why has it become a dull gourd now? Didn't you knock your head just now?! You knocked your head! Knock your head broken! The soldier must answer you!"

Da Yang's wife shivered. She lowered her head and said with tears: "The soldier said that they should either be soldiers or coolies."

The female relatives were silent for a while, and it took some time before someone made a low sob.

Even her mother-in-law couldn't say a word.

"what should we do?"

A female relative asked.

Da Yang's wife sniffed: "Stay, or go."

Her mother-in-law said at this time: "You go, I will stay."

"Mother-in-law!"

"Mother-in-law, I will stay. You will follow your sister-in-law and them. They have a baby. I don't have one. I will stay with my family."

The mother-in-law shook her head and said, "I am old and can't walk that long way. You listen to me, take the children away, raise them well, and tell them not to forget their own fathers. I can't care if you remarry in the future. But you must not forget about the blood of our Yang family about these babies! Otherwise, I won’t be able to close my eyes if I die!"

The female relatives cried, leaving only an old woman behind, and then left the sad place with the children.

The boys were dressed up as girls. Fortunately, they were all young, and unless they took off their pants, they would not be able to see the difference.

Da Yang and the others were also watching from a distance, watching the women crying, and watching the women walking.

Yang Rong laughed aside: "Fortunately, the children can walk."

Yang Si, the youngest son, said, "I don't have a son yet!"

No one cares about him.

The children were led by the mother, and the youngest asked, "Mother, where is grandmother?"

The woman bit her lip and said, "Grandma is waiting for your father and grandfather to go together."

The child opened a pair of innocent eyes: "Then why don't we wait?"

The woman reluctantly said, "I'll know when you grow up."

These words are often used to coax children, too much, and children do not believe it, but although children are young, they can also feel the emotions of adults. Their keen intuition will make them stop asking further.

Da Yang and the others were detained for three days, and some people were pulled in one after another during these three days.

I don't know which wave it is.

They even met a few acquaintances, and they also discovered that the soldiers didn't care what they were doing or what they said, as long as they honestly didn't want to run away, they would not easily come to trouble them.

After waiting for a while, I don’t know how many days and nights, Yang Da and the others live on a bean dregs cake a day—the luggage was taken away, and the soldiers gave them whatever they wanted to eat. They were really hungry and heartburned. They could only dig the grass roots in the ground to eat, and they were even asked to support it.

When the soldiers called them out, they had forgotten how long it had been since they were locked up.

Should no one fled out again?

Everyone is thinking.

They were driven together like cattle and sheep, and the elderly soldiers would pick them out.

The middle-aged man was on one side, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled were on the side, and Yang Rong himself could not be separated with his sons.

"Bing Ye Bing Ye, these are all my sons. They can't do it if they leave me. You will be merciful and merciful!" Yang Rong's gray-haired, crying, grabbed the veteran's sleeve and refused to accept it. release.

The sons also shouted: "Master Bing, he is our father, really!"

Veterans are not like recruits. They are accustomed to life and death on the battlefield, and their hearts are as hard as iron. Otherwise, they can’t get this errand. At this time, they opened their faces coldly, like the Rakshasa in the world, and said in a mocking tone: Where's the soldier? Do you have a gun like this?"

"Don't let your son go doing coolies with you!"

It’s better to be a soldier than a coolie. It’s better to have food and rest. If you’re lucky, you can be an official.

To do coolies is to die, a humanoid animal, unless he dies, he must keep working.

The sons still begged: "My lord, my lord, please, please, my father just looks at the old man, he is strong, he can serve as a soldier!"

Yang Rong didn't ask for it.

He said to the veteran: "Master Soldier, my sons are strong and capable, and they are sure to be good soldiers, so I will be a coolie!"

The veteran couldn't help but glanced at Yang Rong a few more times, and said happily, "You still have a fatherly heart."

"In that case, you father and son will speak again, and I will lead people away later."

When the father and son cried together, the veteran sat on the side of the grass mound and looked at him. He is also old. The next time he goes to the battlefield, I am afraid that he will not be able to survive. The soldiers of this age are not in constant pain, and the old wounds are not healed. , And adding new injuries, the physique cannot be compared with young people.

"What are you looking at? Think of your son?" After finishing his business, the colleague sat down beside the veteran.

The veteran shook his head and said, "Where did I get my son? The mother-in-law didn't even marry him, so he returned the son."

He thought of his father.

He still remembers that his family was poor when he was a child, and his father sold him to support his younger brothers.

As time passed, he even forgot what his family was like. Being a slave in a landlord’s house, being beaten and scolded was commonplace. The maid’s monthly money was more than that of those who did rough work. As a slave, he had to follow There is a future around the owner.

Later, the master's family died and the family property was confiscated, and their servants now have a new place to go.

Men became soldiers, women...

The veteran sighed.

He turned his head and looked at the Yang family, feeling a little envious.

If he hadn't been sold by his father back then, what would he be like now?

Will his father be willing to do coolies for his sons, or do he not to work so hard and ask his sons to be coolies with him?

The veteran asked his fellow robe: "Have you finished writing?"

Tongpao: "I don't know how to read, and it costs money to find someone to write. I told my mother-in-law and son that if I can't go back, the mother-in-law will remarry if she wants to remarry. With just one point, the son cannot change the surname.

The veteran smiled and said: "It's better than me, you still have two people you can miss!"

The same robe also laughed.

It is not easy for a wife to marry. Even an ordinary village woman is more willing to find a farmer than a soldier.

Anyhow, those who grow the land can grow grain, and those who are soldiers can’t control the family’s affairs. They are far away and can’t support the day at home—the monthly salary may not be paid every month, and it may not be able to reach her. On hand.

For example, the daughter-in-law of the same robe is a good prostitute, but she was driven out when she was old, otherwise she would be a prostitute and he would not be able to marry.

The fellow said to the veteran: "If you can come back alive next time, please go to my house for a drink. The tofu made with my mouth will taste meat."

Veteran: "You really have to try it."

They both looked relaxed.

There are more colleagues who die around, and it seems that they are not so afraid of death.

I was afraid before, and I couldn't stop trembling when I heard that I was about to go to the battlefield.

Death has become an extremely common thing.

The veteran said to his colleagues: "The weather is good today, I don't know what kind of weather will be on the day of the campaign."

The same robe also raised his head to look at the sky: "Who knows, God won't greet us in advance. Don't be too kind. The time is about the same. Lead people over."

The veteran stood up, his toes tapped on the ground, his shoes were too big, and his clothes were always a little unstable.

"Over there! Go with me!"

Yang Rong took Daer's hand: "Son, listen to my father, don't try hard, you can run away if you can."

Yang Da was already crying speechless.

How to escape?

Which one can escape?

This is their fate.