Dashun, Jianghuai Zeye, Yixing City. The polished bluestone slab reflects like a mirror under the moonlight, and the dead leaves fall, instead of piling up, they float on the ground. The wind comes from the Wanli River and flows away from the open space on the roof, flowing into the cracks in the door. The weeds seemed to have been blown by the wind, twisting and turning, and in the adobe house, the dead boy burst into life again. Hungry! So hungry! Liang Qu opened his eyes, his eyes were unfocused. He only felt pain in his stomach like a knife, and he curled up on the bed. "Liang Qu, his name is also Liang Qu? His mother died in childbirth, and his father died of cold a few months ago. What's the starting point? There's only one boat, one room..." "No, the boat was also robbed. The man was bullying me when I was young... Grass, it looks really disgusting. Did the man turn into a spirit?" After resisting hunger and digesting the numerous memory fragments, Liang Qu was in a daze.
Jianghuai Zeye supports thousands of fishermen, and he has become a small fisherman among them? The yellow sewage, the piercing siren, the nasal mucosa burning with pain, the huge bright spots cast by the bright flashlight on the water. Not a dream. I really fell into the water and drowned trying to save someone... That's right, I worked overtime until midnight on the manuscript, how could I still have the energy to save people, take a quick dip in the water, and dress clearly. "It's a pity that I don't have children, otherwise I would have added points to the entire college entrance examination and won at the starting line." Liang Qu collapsed on the bed. He felt the fatigue rising from the deepest part of his heart, as if the traces of fallen autumn leaves in the past twenty years did not exist. Nothing gained, nothing good, nothing achieved. Life is really meaningless. Gululu. Okay, it still makes sense, and this is so damn hungry. Hunger drove Liang Qu to survive, and time travel cured his severe myopia. It was like erasing a layer of water mist, and the surroundings were extremely clear. Looking around, there was a bed, a stove, and an empty vat. Dead memories attack again. "Gungungun, you broom star, you still want to borrow food. Even my six children can't have enough to eat." "You also know that the autumn tax is coming soon..." No, find some water first. Stomach pain was always stimulating the nerves in his brain. Liang Qu grinned, moved off the bed, struggled to hold on to the loess wall, and staggered outside the house. However, he was out of breath after just a few steps and had to sit on the threshold to rest. "This is too vain." Liang Qu was sweating coldly and couldn't even open his palms. He couldn't believe how weak his body was. Could it be that he was about to die again just after he came?
Cold fear seemed to grasp his heart with giant hands. Anyone who has died once and is not afraid of death is all false. People's fear of death is engraved in their genes. Click, click, click. The wheel hub presses against the bluestone bricks, making a unique sound. Someone! His heart nearly jumped out of his throat. "Don't worry, go around..." "It's bad luck, don't get caught by the starving ghost..." He couldn't hear clearly what the several coachmen were talking about, he could only hear the sound of wheels in the distance. The words reached his lips and he swallowed them back. The darkness of the street was endless. Liang Qu felt a chill in his heart, and the blood all over his body was gradually getting colder. He wanted to find a well, but he no longer had the strength to take a step. "Ah Shui, why are you sitting here?" Ah Shui, who? I? In a blink of an eye, he saw a dark-skinned man standing next to him, and Liang Qu blurted out: "Uncle Chen?" His memory told him that the man in front of him was named Chen Qingjiang and he was his neighbor. By the way, I am Ah Shui. The names of the two generations are the same, but because the word "qu" means "water", the villagers call him Ah Shui. Liang Qu was relieved. The scene just now made him too lazy to ask for help. He said cheerfully: "I'm tired from walking. Let's sit down and rest. Where is Uncle Chen?" “Just came back from selling fish in town. " "Town?" "Yes, I don't have to worry about selling fish fat these days. I must go to the town. It will be a big loss for the fishing farm. I haven't rented its boat. I can sell it to whoever I want. But you are such a good person and sit at the door. Why are you resting, if you are not afraid of the cold?” Chen Qingjiang moved closer out of curiosity, and was horrified when he saw the haggard appearance. how so? In a panic, he suddenly remembered that Liang Qu had lost his father. He was afraid that the family would have run out of food. He subconsciously touched his arms, but then he showed hesitation. There was a piece of sesame cake there. He had walked more than ten miles to bring the fish to the city and earned an extra eight cents, so he bought it for his little son who was crying a lot. It was getting dark, and the cake was not even cold even if I held it in my arms. In the blink of an eye, I was going to give it to someone else. If I said I didn’t feel bad, I would be lying. "Dad, why doesn't Brother Shui want to play with me?"
"Because Brother Shui's father is gone and has no time to play with you." "Why leave?" "..." Chen Shun is Chen Qingjiang's eldest son. He is only six years old and loves to play with Liang Qu most. Chen Qingjiang thought that when he was in his teens, Liang Qu was as big as his own children and he also liked to play with him. In a daze, his figures seemed to overlap. Why...... Chen Qingjiang took out the sesame cakes from his arms and opened the oil paper package. "Ah Shui, eat quickly." "Uncle Chen! This?" Liang Qu's Adam's apple twitched. He thought it was a dead end, but unexpectedly, life appeared in the blink of an eye. He wanted to say something, but the rich aroma of wheat was so tempting that he took it on his own with trembling hands. Blood oozed from his chapped lips, and the smell of rust mixed with the aroma of wheat balsamic oil, he stuffed it into his mouth. The little saliva left was squeezed out, mixed with the sesame cakes, and flowed into the intestines and stomach. Liang Qu swallowed a few mouthfuls, gained strength, and quickly thanked him. "Eat, go home as soon as you're done, and stop hanging around the door." "Well......" Chen Qingjiang dusted his trousers and stood up to leave, but his mood became heavier. If this is the case now, wouldn’t it be harder to wait until winter? Why don't you discuss with Adi how many kilograms of food should be distributed? But Erbao just saw a doctor a while ago, can you tell? The straw sandals scraped against the dirt road as we walked further and further away. "Wow, it smells so good!" Liang Qu finished the last bite of the cake and looked at Chen Qingjiang's back, unable to shout. In recent years, there has been peace and no disaster, and one stone and meter is worth about one thousand yuan. Uncle Chen's family has five mouths, one old, two young and one wife. They only need four shi of rice per season, and a total of 33 fen per day is enough for rice. Fishing in the spring and fishing in the autumn, raising fish in the summer and fighting in the winter. In the autumn, the grass is plentiful and the fish are fat. Uncle Chen’s income is about eighty cents a day, which sounds okay, but in reality it is far from enough. Cloth, salt, and vegetables all cost money, and the fishing tax is even higher than the agricultural tax. In addition, there are various miscellaneous fees. Not to mention the berthing fee at the port costs two cents a day, and even four cents in the flood season. In winter, the income will be even more It's a sharp drop. If you get sick during this period... Even a piece of sesame seed cake was probably something that Chen Qingjiang managed to squeeze out and bring to his child, but now it has become his life-saving grace. A friend in need is a friend indeed. The stars in the night sky are bright and shining. There is no such beautiful scenery in this smoggy town. Because of this, it reminds us all the time that this is a completely different world. Liang Qu leaned against the wall, loneliness coming like a tide. Now he can't fish and has no source of livelihood.
He couldn't figure out how to live, how could he have the nerve to shout out words of gratitude. As for selling modern technology for money...it's also difficult. A cursory glance at the empty streets reveals that many homes have stepped horse-head gables, typically with walls higher than the eaves. It shows that the productivity of the current era has developed to a certain extent, which is enough for masonry structures to replace the ancient board structures. The eaves no longer need to be extended to protect the rain and protect the walls. In the end, to prevent the spread of fire, the walls become higher than the eaves. wall structure. If masonry structures can be popularized, the productivity of Dashun will be at least as high as that of the previous Ming and Qing Dynasties. He was originally from the bottom of the bottom and had never seen many good things, but Liang Qu knew that sugar, refined salt, horseshoes, steelmaking, and soap basically had nothing to do with him. Furthermore, this world is not simple. In my memory, there was a fierce man in the town next door who could punch through granite as high as a person with one punch. He was absolutely extraordinary. But it’s no use having a relationship. Why did the ancients love men? Just look at the robbed boat and you will know that if there is no strong labor force in the family, people will be bullied to death. The boat is like this, how can I pay it off after saving up cash? In ancient times, it was extremely difficult for orphans to survive. If they were not sold, they would be waiting for death. Damn it, why is it the fisherman who started the game, or the fisherman who had his boat robbed? He could have been a farmer instead! Difficult, difficult, difficult! At this moment, a long and awe-inspiring breath penetrated Liang Qu's mind, and countless memories rolled around, like eating a whole pack of mints in the summer, which was refreshing. Come on, what's going on? Liang Qu was at a loss. Fortunately, the feeling came and went quickly. When the strangeness in my mind gradually stopped, it was like the clouds and mist had cleared and I could see the blue sky again. A large cauldron with a strange shape appeared in the sea of consciousness, with endless mysterious patterns intertwined, which made him stunned. Its name - Ze Ding!
