The First Order

"Liu Yuan, look at what I brought you," Wang Fugui hadn't arrived at the school, and his voice floated far away.

Yan Liuyuan opened his eyes in the bed and did not want to get up.

Sister Xiaoyu said while folding her clothes: "Get up, six yuan."

"I'm sorry, I'm going to sleep for a while!" Yan Liuyuan mumbled.

Sister Xiaoyu smiled: "If you get up 15 minutes early every day, you will be more than ninety hours more than a year. You can use it to do your favorite things. Think about what you like best?"

Yan Liuyuan thought for a long time and wondered: "My favorite thing is to sleep..."

"Hurry up," Sister Xiaoyu frowned: "More angry than your brother!"

Speaking of Xiaoyu, she lifted Yan Liuyuan's bed. The heat accumulated in the bed suddenly ran away. Yan Liuyuan could only get up reluctantly.

It is already winter at this time. In this era, the winter was extremely cold. In Yan Liuyuan's memory, people in the market town freeze to death on the street every winter, or in their shacks.

The shacks were all built with branches or iron frames, and they could only be wrapped in rags around them.

In those years, he and Ren Xiaosu shivered in the shack. Ren Xiaosu wished to wrap all of their clothes on Yan Liuyuan, whether it was summer or winter, but it was still very cold.

But every time I think of those times, Yan Liuyuan feels very happy.

He recalled what Ren Xiaosu said to him at that time: "Human happiness does not come from enjoyment, but from pain. When you suffer so much that you suddenly taste some sweetness, you will want to work hard If you live, that sweetness may not be much to others, but to you at that moment is the greatest joy."

Sometimes Yan Liuyuan felt that if Ren Xiaosu was born in a barrier, he might become a philosopher as Mr. Zhang said.

Wang Fugui brought two sweet potatoes in, and he greeted: "Xiaoyu, you and Liu Yuan each one, please eat while it's hot."

"Uncle Fugui," Yan Liuyuan took over the sweet potatoes: "Why do you like to eat sweet potatoes so much, cooked and baked sweet potatoes every day."

Wang Fugui smiled and said, "When I was a kid, I was famined outside 107 barriers. I followed my dad and fled all the way to take refuge with relatives. At that time, it was not so dangerous outside. At one time, we dug two sweet potatoes in the wild. My dad baked it. I eat, and I thought roasted sweet potatoes were the best thing in the world."

Since the last midnight shot, Wang Fugui came in wearing a coat and wanted to spend money to buy Wang Congyang, Yan Liuyuan's title to Wang Fugui has changed.

Wang Fugui also discovered this change, so he rejoiced in his heart.

He really likes these two brothers, much stronger than his stupid son Wang Dalong. Over the years, he looked at Ren Xiaosu and Yan Liuyuan, struggling to survive a little bit, and really felt that these two brothers are not easily.

Wang Fugui watched Li Xiaoyu and Yan Liuyuan eating roasted sweet potatoes. He suddenly looked at the school and sighed: "Mr. Zhang went this way, and we didn't have a teacher in the market town."

Yan Liuyuan said indifferently: "What's the matter, when my brother comes back, he will be a teacher."

Zhang Jinglin has been sent away by Luo Lan as a hot potato, and that day should be the most sensational day all the refugees in the market town have seen.

Several troop-carrying trucks and off-road vehicles were parked in front of the school hall. The big man named Luo in the barriers respected Zhang Jinglin in front of him, like a big eunuch in a storybook.

The refugees did not expect that Mr. Zhang in their market town had a great future. They knew that they would not save the tuition fees and sent their children to school.

What's the relationship in case?

Thinking of this, many refugees have made up their minds to send their children to school. The logic of the refugees is so simple. They don’t send children to school for knowledge, but for “relationships”.

But before they even thought about it, Luo Lan sent Zhang Jinglin away that day.

Yan Liuyuan and Xiaoyu, who lived in the school, were completely ignored by people like the air. Even after Zhang Jinglin left, Wang Congyang never came back to find them in trouble.

But the problem is that although no one came to trouble, there were a lot of unfamiliar refugees at the door, some selling fruits, some selling vegetables. Wang Fugui had met some of them, and they were all workers in the factory on weekdays. But it seems that they no longer know each other.

It was at this time that Wang Fugui realized that the management of market towns by the barriers was not as simple as imagined, and the refugees had already been bought and became the eyes of the barriers.

On weekdays, these people are ordinary refugees, but once some of the refugees want to rebel in series, or even strike together, they will immediately tell the barriers who is behind the trouble.

It is no wonder that the two previous strikes were instantly suppressed by the private forces of the barriers.

Wang Fugui jotted down these people one by one, and he must never offend in the future, and never tell others the truth.

The people who were tracking at the door were not only the refugees, but several people seemed to be more fierce than the private forces. Wang Fugui speculated that it might be the people of the Qing consortium.

Speaking of Ren Xiaosu, Wang Fugui frowned: "There was a factory worker near Jingshan in front of him, and there seemed to be some movement there, the volcano in Jingshan erupted, and the whole Jingshan was covered with dark clouds."

However, Yan Liuyuan was very relaxed: "My brother must be fine."

Because, his wish is that he would use his life to protect Xiaosu all the way back safely.

He is not dead now, indicating that Ren Xiaosu is all right.

I am afraid that Wang Fugui and Xiaoyu will not believe such things, and Yan Liuyuan will not tell his secrets casually.

Wang Fugui thought about it for a while and said, "Also, taking the role of Xiaosu, there must be a scourge for thousands of years."

However, at this moment, Wang Fugui suddenly felt that his back was a bit cold. Wang Fugui pressed his doubts down, and lowered his voice to Yan Liuyuan and Xiaoyu: "You have been careful recently, if you want to leave the market town, tell me , I help you find a way, I think these people may not come to you, but to Ren Xiaosu."

Wang Fugui is a personal essence. When he thinks about it, he feels that the people at the door are like a net, waiting for someone to put in this net.

Zhang Jinglin has already been sent away. Who can have the goal of this net other than Ren Xiaosu?

"They want to catch Xiaosu? Why?" Xiaoyu almost exclaimed.

After thinking for a long time, Wang Fugui suddenly said: "Don't Ren Xiaosu blame the team of barriers in Jingshan again?! Very likely!"

However, his vision still showed Wang Fugui's imagination. Ren Xiaosu not only blamed the band's people, but also the Qing family consortium...

At this time, Qing Zhen was standing on a hillside with a helpless face: "When will this special go back to the 112 barrier?!"

Xu Qi lamented: "Boss, even you start to swear..."

Qing Zhen was melancholy: "Human set collapsed!"

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