Jincheng flower hour

Quanzi opened his eyes, staring out of the window in a daze.Waking up early in the morning with a headache and nausea, I could only lie still to relieve the pain.After he woke up, he couldn't figure out the situation for a long time, and he didn't know why he was lying on the bed. Then he gradually remembered fighting with the soldiers who received the tax and was injured.Looking at his mother's tearful face, Quanzi dared not say any angry words, but only comforted his mother: "Aunt, I'm fine, don't cry." Ever since he was a child, Quanzi seldom saw his mother cry, so he wanted to go into a coma for a while. Sleeping, let mother worry.

The aunt's relief money was just robbed by the tax collectors, and robbers and robbers were no different.

There was nothing left in the house, and it was ransacked. When I thought of it, I felt angry in my chest, and when I got angry, my head hurt like crazy.Then don't think about it, it's useless to think about it, you can't get it back, you are too weak.

It is common to be bullied by others, but the dog will always fight back, just like Wang Lizi taught him, if he is beaten, he will fight back.Quanzi thought that it was because in Fengli, he met only children who fought with him and insulted his aunt, but did not encounter these brutal officers and soldiers.

When the grandfather was alive, he helped the mother and the child to pay the tax. At that time, the adults paid 140 yuan, and the family tax was paid; the children, who paid 190 yuan, paid the oral tax.He and his mother need to pay [-] yuan a year.Although the dog is not big, he knows that this is a matter of life and death, so he remembers it clearly.Now, he and his mother actually need to pay [-] yuan a year.

A big pig can be sold for a lot of money, but as much as three hundred yuan?Dogs don't know.But it's unfair to raise a pig a year, so it's unfair to have a livestock that you have worked so hard to get a bite of meat.

Those who collect taxes collect such heavy taxes that they don't care about their lives.

Gouzi groaned as he thought about it, his head was as heavy as molten iron, and he felt very uncomfortable.It's a head-knocking that makes it so painful.Quanzi reached out to touch the back of his head, and sure enough, there was a lump, which hurt when touched.

Quanzi couldn't remember what happened yesterday, but he remembered very clearly that Zhuang Erlang carried him on his back. Erlang had a pleasant smell on his body, and his back was warm.If I have an older brother who is as gentle as Zhuangjia Erlang, it would be great.

It's just that the family is poor, if there is such a gentle elder brother, it will make him suffer.

After lying on the bed for a long time, the sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the dog remembered that the sheep hadn't been led out, the bean fields hadn't been watered, and the pigs hadn't had to eat.Gouzi supported the couch, sat up slowly, tried to get on the couch, but just raised his head, he felt nausea in his chest, and even felt tinnitus.Gouzi seemed to be spinning, he hurriedly supported the couch, cold sweat slipped from his face.

"Lie down quickly."

Hearing a pleasant voice, Quan Zi looked over and saw Zhuang Yang and Zhuang Lan standing at the door.

Zhuang Yang came over to hold Quanzi, and helped Quanzi to lie down.Gouzi lay flat on the couch, and said sadly, "There are voices in my ears, and my head hurts."

"You can't get up in a hurry, you have to rest for two days."

Zhuang Yang patted Quanzi's shoulder lightly, which was a soothing gesture. He was quite relieved to see Quanzi wake up.

"My mother told me that Erlang hired a doctor to treat me. Thank you Erlang for saving me."

Lying back on the couch, it really didn't feel so uncomfortable, and the tinnitus disappeared immediately.Facing Zhuang Yang's smiling face, Quanzi murmured.

"No thanks."

Zhuang Yang nodded, he looked at Quanzi, Quanzi's hair was loose, draped over his shoulders, his face looked green, this is what a 13-year-old child should look like.This child always wears his hair in a bun, like an adult, and he is obviously eager to become an early adult, so the so-called poor child should be able to become a family early.

"Brother Dog, don't fight with officers and soldiers in the future, they are very fierce and bad, and they will even arrest people and behead them."

Zhuang Lan lay prone in front of the couch, exhorting her like a little adult.

"En." Quanzi replied in a low voice, barely audible.He turned his head sideways and covered his bruised left cheek. Even the scars on his body were a shame in his heart.

Listening to Zhuang Lan's words, Zhuang Yang thought it was better for Alan and Quanzi to speak, since it would be like a reproach if he spoke.Although in terms of life skills, Alan is far inferior to Gouzi, but Alan is quick-witted.

Ben just came to visit Xia Quanzi, seeing that he was fine, Zhuang Yang didn't stay long.Zhuang Lan and Quanzi were talking, Zhuang Yang turned around quietly and left. He didn't notice that Quanzi's eyes fell on him, seeing him walking away, he was still a little lonely.

Zhuang Yang went out of the house and went to the yard, and saw Liu's mother was killing chickens, doing it neatly.Zhuang Yang was a little curious about what kind of person Quanzi's father should be, why did they leave the mother and son?

On this day, not only Zhuang Yang and Zhuang Lan went to visit Gouzi, but A Ping and A Li also went together.The three children said they would help the dog herd the sheep and water the bean fields.Quanzi said no, he can get up tomorrow.

The family lacks such a labor force as Quanzi, Liu's mother can't weave, and children from poor families don't take minor illnesses and pains seriously. Quanzi thought, if you lie down for a day, you will be fine tomorrow.

"Brother Dog, rest well, let's go."

A Ping pulled the chattering Zhuang Lan out of the house, and bowed to bid farewell to Gouzi.

Quanzi nodded slightly, his head was aching faintly, he usually doesn't talk much, so he really is a person who is afraid of croaking.

The three children left together, Quanzi curled up, and fell into a drowsy sleep.He probably fell asleep for a short while, maybe less than a quarter of an hour, and then woke up again, and he smelled the aroma of stewed chicken.

Before my grandfather passed away, the family would kill chickens, and there would always be dogs.It is extremely blissful to have chicken wings, chicken melon to eat, and a bowl of soup to drink.Thinking about it now, because of the protection of his grandfather, Quanzi did not have a miserable life when he was a child. It was not until his grandfather died of illness, the year before last, that Quanzi, mother and son really fell into trouble.

I haven't eaten chicken for a long time, it's so delicious.

Quanzi got up from the couch and stroked his growling belly.He felt that he was hallucinating. There were no chickens at home, so how could he kill the chickens?

If there is anything in the house that can be cooked, Gouzi knows it all.

Mother went to cook the porridge, it should be ready soon, but why does the chicken soup taste so real, the dog raised his sleeve and wiped the corners of his mouth, saliva in his throat.He heard his mother's footsteps. He looked towards the door and saw his mother coming in with a bowl of food.

"Mother, is it stewed chicken?"

The dog stretched his neck long.

"Yes, look."

Mother Liu handed the steaming bowl to Quanzi. Quanzi was pleasantly surprised to find that the bowl was really chicken. It was a chicken leg and a piece of chicken breast. The tea-colored soup exuded a strong fragrance.Liu's mother put the dried tea tree mushrooms collected by dogs on weekdays into the soup and stewed with chicken.

It was a delicious meal, almost like a dream.

"Mom, there are no chickens at home."

Quanzi held the bowl and did not move the spoon.The family didn't have a penny, but what did the mother use in exchange for this chicken?

"Zhuangjia Erlang sent a chicken, saying that it will nourish your body."

Mother Liu laughed and picked up a spoon to scoop up soup to feed the dog.

"Well."

The dog drank it with a gurgling gulp, and it was delicious.

"He is really a rare good man, he is also elegant, and he is a scholar."

Liu's mother admired, she had never seen such a gentle and beautiful person before, and a farmer's family could not raise such an elegant person.

"Mum, I still owe him a chicken."

Quan Zi felt that there were so many debts, and he still owed the banker Erlang.

"The sooner you get better, the better."

When the debt is repaid, the dog is diligent, and he will be fine when he grows up, and he should not be poor all his life.

Quanzi held the chicken leg in his hand, a mouthful of meat, a mouthful of soup, and his mouth was full of greasy food.A bowl of chicken was quickly wiped out, and every drop of soup was gone.

"Also, Mom will serve you again."

Mother Liu picked up the empty bowl, ready to go to the kitchen to pour another bowl.

"Mom, I want porridge, but I can't finish a chicken, give it to my mother."

On the second day, Quanzi still couldn't go to work. He would get nausea when he stood up, tinnitus, and shaky walking, although it was slightly less than the day before.Mother Liu saw that he was uncomfortable, so she didn't allow him to stay.

"Mom, I'll go and let go of the sheep, and just water the bean field."

"Early in the morning, the three children of the farmer came to help. The sheep have been let out and the fields have been watered. Go and lie down."

Liu's mother didn't know that Ah Li was not a dealer's child, they always played together, she couldn't tell the difference.

"Has the pig been fed?"

"Aunt will take care of you. Take care of your illness and don't worry about the rest."

In the past two days, Zhuang Mu has less time for spinning, and has to take care of the dogs and feed the pigs.Fortunately, there is food at home, so there is no need to panic.

In the afternoon, the dog who had drunk the medicine was lying on the couch, staring at the trees outside the window in a daze.For a person who is busy all day long, if he does not do something, he always feels empty and lonely.

From childhood to adulthood, dogs have never been sick, and there are only a handful of them who can't afford to sleep on the couch.

Quanzi touched the swollen part on the back of his head, and felt that the pain was not so great, and it would definitely be fine tomorrow.

Tomorrow he is going to cut a root of maple wood to make a bow.Uncle Wang taught him how to make a bow, but the craft is complicated, and he only learned the superficial.However, there is a bow that is different after all, no matter how rough it is, it is still his weapon.

Dogs love bows and arrows, they can use them to shoot water and birds to get food, they can use them to defend themselves and intimidate bandits.

Only when you become strong can you not be bullied by others,

Thinking in this way, Quanzi took out a rusty knife from under the pillow, which was his favorite.Once, I followed my grandfather to sell rice outside and picked it up on the road.

Next to the knife was a small wooden board. Quanzi picked up the wooden board and looked at it. There were patterns engraved on the wooden board.

Inuzi can't read, but he needs to jot down some things so he won't forget them later.

A bowl, a suit of clothes, a round box, and a string of copper coins were engraved crookedly on the wooden board.Seeing these patterns, Quanzi seemed to remember something.He laid the wooden board flat on the couch, and carved a chicken with a knife.The wood is hard and difficult to carve. This chicken is carved like a bird, thin and bald, with two legs that are one long and one short.As long as you can understand it yourself, it is not necessary to show it to others.

This is the "debt" that Quanzi owes Zhou Jiaerlang.

In Fengli, where Inuzi lives, there are almost no literate people around, and those who can write their own names are considered literate people.According to my mother, my father is literate.When the dog was born, the father wrote the name of the dog with a brush and wrote it on a piece of silk.This piece of silk is still kept by my mother, because I am illiterate, so neither my grandfather nor my mother know what characters are taken.Inuzi didn't really care too much, my grandfather helped me to pick up a dog's baby name, which I have been calling until now.